Crisis!

I don't fuck with no woke ass bitch, and I ain't taking no half assed diss
So turn this bitch up, cause it's 2012, and I'm on that Aztec shit,
I cannot help that, she wanna bring all her girls out to see me, (see me)
Give it a month before she beg me for a ring like she crawlin out the TV
And I don't even look at what the price is
Soon I'm gon' be drowning in my money as it rises
Split it with my boys like I been cutting it in slices
Spreading 'round my city like a virus, turn the situation to a crisis
Feel like I got no time but,
My life is just starting, guess I'm doing fine
I'm building my shrine, but
End of day I'm just that boy from the 705
(What are you rushing for?)
(I just feel like I'm getting old)
(We'll figure it out together)
(yeah)
Say I'm sounding too angry,
Say I'm sounding all crazy
Say all this shit, but they don't know I'm dealing the cards, and
And they still trying to raise me,
So I send my regards,
And how could you blame me?
(oh I can't, how could you blame me?)
You just keep talking while I'm waiting patiently,
(I'm sitting so gracefully)
For when it come time that they praise me,
I lyrically spit in your face,
Oppenheimer, way I blow up this place,
They call me David, way I carry this weight
I'm interstellar, way I take it to space
(think)Think I'm cooking, way they sayin my name
The crowd is jumping, and I'm feeling the flame
Know where I'm headed, where I'm taking my reign
You cannot stop it, way I'm taking my aim