I guess I'm wrong for thinking that I could trust you
For never holding all this shh against you
But now I'm strapped with my 45 special
I'm so special, so special, so special
Nigga you softer than a homosexual
And I am so extraterrestrial
So you can keep my things
There's nothing you can bring
And you can have my ring, you can add it to your bling
Cause I'm ok and I'm still a G
Pray for my enemies, my name's still Nicki
In time, you'll change, but time don't freeze
You better leave better 'fore you get wetter than Pisces