I am on an island, no one to confide,
Eight days straight, eight hours each and not one line,
I can feel pressure start to possess my mind,
So I'll take this beat I should delete to exercise.
No, I move slow. I want to stop time.
I'll sit here 'til I find the problem.
I've got a pet cheetah down in my basement,
I've raised him, and bathed him, and named him Jason Statham,
I've trained him to make me these beats,
Now my pet cheetah's quicker in the studio than on his feet.
Imma get mine and get going,
I'm showing my faces in just enough places,
I'm done with tip-toeing,
I'll stay in my room,
My house is the one where the vultures are perched on the roof.
Get behind me,
I bet this nepotistic mindset,
Will help us get ours as we’re growing,
This clique means so much to this dude,
It could make him afraid of his music,
And be scared to death he could lose it.