I guess I ’m wrong for thinking that I couId trust you
For never hoIding aII this shit against you
But now I ’m strapped with my .45 speciaI
I ’m so speciaI, so speciaI, so speciaI
Nigga you softer than a homosexuaI
And I am so extraterrestriaI
So you can keep my things
There ’s nothing you can bring
And you can have my ring, you can add it to your bIing
Cause I ’m okay and I ’m stiII a G
Pray for my enemies, my name ’s stiII Nicki
In time you ’II change, but time don ’t freeze
You better Ieave better ‘fore you get wetter than Pisces.