[Verse 1] Maybe I’m a hunter But I don’t need a bow 🎀 Maybe I’m a hunter But I don’t need a bow 🎀 Maybe I’m a hunter But I don’t need a bow 🎀 I don’t need to steal, Im delivered like the final blow (sniffs*) I cut curses but I don’t sensor sound And I don’t need to chase a chick That even God ain’t found (Woooo!) A man can’t lose what you ain’t caught Lets just say I stay Thickening like the plot I don’t wait for applause, just to receive ovation. girl, i clap cheeks // lika standing ovulation [Chorus] They call me a legend But it ain’t what it seems I guess it’s time to use my dictionary Just to see what it means Am I myth? Am I man? Am I something in between? I came here looking for the definition Now the picture on the page looks just like ME. [Verse 2] I don’t do hints, I just drop bombs I can blow away your country And free fire like napalm From heaven I represent From below I climbed up Guess you shoulda red the fine print before you signed up Ain’t no final boss when your the only one that’s real But I can whip out my banana and clip just To pop appeal I can come in every angle And I’ll still plop out whole. I still get em wetter, and tighter- -THAN YOUR PULL! [Chorus] They call me a legend But it ain’t what it seems I guess it’s time to use my dictionary Just to see what it means Am I myth? Am I man? Am I something in between? I came here looking for definition Now the picture on the page looks just like ME. [Verse 3] Now do a little flip, twirl And show me that pretty face, Girl. Cuz even in a deck full of tokers I can always draw some ace, pearl I don’t want jack ain’t tryina be your king But if you keep playin like Jill Just know a diamond Is only for my Queen You better come for me right If you wanna say my name I’m like triple H, baby, It’s how you play the game This ain’t no figure four, It ain’t a heel lock This beat just hits harder then gettin shot by Tupac [Verse 4] I don’t need to Mac, Just to tac on 11. I just plow through Like I was shoveling crack through heaven My bullet bounces But I don’t curb my shot. I just let the barrel do my work, like my name was Pol Pot. I’ll let you fall in silence Cuz an angel soft to love No I ain’t no rap devil But I know who’s real when that bush comes to shove I might be from the vine But I ain’t about them fruits (dove) I’m all about them girls In them cute little boots This ain’t no apple bottom jeans I don’t care about the fur You best look me in the eye, when you look up to me and call me sir. [Chorus — Final] They call me a legend But it ain’t what it seems I guess it’s time to use my dictionary Just to see what it means Am I myth? Am I man? Am I something in between? I came here looking for the definition— Now the picture in the book, looks just like ME. [Outro] I never needed fame I don’t need the flame, bur But my roaring little engine can make more than your kitty purr Yeah I’m the main character Just let your eyes gloss like Play-Doe I don’t know about kawaii, girl… I prefer ah-geh-HE-doh
