vestment

They pitch around me, like I have a hit on them
Throwing tantrums, I just have a fit on them
Fam, I upset'em with my outfits
But I still outwit twits without this
Clothes don't make the man, clothes don't make you fam
Clothes don't make you grand
Clothes don't define you
But you with closed minds, clothes what you confined to
Me, once had a clothes line too
Had to keep them spotless, had to fold mine too
Till they went straightleg, would've sewed mine too
If they sold they soul, would I sold mine too
Hmm, who I owe mine to
Fashion sense, I pay no mind to
No time soon, a fact that the fads will fade
Fresh to death, yep, it'll pass away
Trust, I'll never be a fashion slave, long as there's air in my passageways

So my package may, may not get lifted
Wrapped it different, fact is, I'm so gifted
The gist is apparel unravels when it's stitched
Those the hard knocks like a gavel when it hits
Yeah, I admit, I wanted gravel on the wrist
Mixture of whips, so I could travel in the six
But there's so many snakes, all rattling and hiss
Trying to get quiet money, they tattling and shhh
Hear the rattling and shhh, when they drop dime
You seen the tees with the stop signs, mayne, stop lying
Cop a stopwatch to stop time, you won't stop mine
This ain't a cameo shot, homie, the props mine
And that mean the set going with me
My way the fly way, like Boeing with me
So what's it going to be, got a preference for your Deathwish
Meet Joe Black, you can be on the guest list
Game over, hit the reset switch
God's immortal, indefinitely deathless
And you, definitely desperate
Second guess, know who you effed with
Supreme being, yeah, you guessed it
You ain't know what the depth of my rep is
You ain't know the messed that you stepped in
Till we foul up your home
And dial up your phone
You go to pick your child up, he gone