[Prince Poetry]

I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and I'm fed

Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head

Life's ready and I can't make moves, it's hard

And I thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes

Niggas try to get over, pressure on my shoulders

Dropped the fat LP in '91 of October

Now that I'm older and my man pops is gone

My focus is stronger, mom pick up your head, gotta move on

Do you remember Mr. J used to say the beats was fat

But when it comes to business, nigga don't play

I look beyond all this stress to seek fate

Mad homicides, unemployment rates sky high

Shorty busting caps, cops caught him out there

Daytime drama and his mama didn't care

That's why I should be rapping and packing pistols on the bully

But niggas be stressing me and I ain't paid in fully

So I'm dropping something fatter, not for props

We're respecting the matter, hops

I'm fat, check my stats, Prince drops data for me and my man Pops

Rolls-Royce and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops

So now I'm in the chop shop creating masterpieces

So it don't matter money what my funny label releases

Thanks to the streets and my peeps that made me

And the la-la-lee, la-la-lee