It's Nothing Personal

The king is back, and he's ready for the action
Slick talking and back stabbings
Preparing for the worst and hoping for the best, no back lashings
No more coming across awkward, no more backwards
Chill kids, let me place the rules in order
No fakes in my circle, my senses tend to be alerted
No more cute women with only intentions of flirting
No more niggas that never become determined
Sorry kids, nevermore writing for the worst days
No more classifying things as the worst case, no more returning
No more coming back to plead mercy
Nevermore folding your hands to pray ladies, I won't be your only
Damn, he became a new man
Over the course of two hours, when did the other niggas lose power?
And when will we be getting ours?
Don't you hate when that happens? -- There's no chance.