Juggernaut

And tune in to real self-knowledge and creative power

There's no feeling of being confined

Well, it comes right to this, gentlemen

Light this P-Funk up, guess I'm not ready to quit

Like a tree trunk stump with a machete, I'm split

Do I spit about the WAP, or sing like Fetty a bit

Am I just clinging to what's lost and being petty and shit

I'm independent, only splits, I see are done on brass poles

I'm a descendant from a family tree of thugs and assholes

And they collected every cent they'd see and buck the tax codes

So it's expected I'd be meant to see tremendous cash flows