My Babylon

Fixed knowledge deserves to be paid homage

In great amounts, So great the wealth mounts, To be higher than the summit

I see gold and others say I want it, I say I make it, And it makes me

They say what, I say praise be to thee, God almighty, Who gave me wifey

And home, Full of little garden gnomes, Who run around flashing they chrome

And spit raps off the top of they domes, And dress like mama ain't home

Wealth is like health it in and decreases like album that sell

So I make more, Enough to keep myself from bore

But little to keep myself from war, On top of billboards my name hoards

Most of the space, I think Nicki sick of seeing my face, And my bling

I think she want a wedding ring, I think K want wealth but afraid of others so he go stealth

Now I ain't no heavenly father, But your talent is larger, Than my ego

Don't say that to people, I know they think I'm evil, Cause my mullah fly higher than eagles

On a plane with Stevie Seagul, Rapping like this Eyez on me sequel

I didn't want much more than a Babylon in my backyard