[Verse 1]
They know it takes two, but they never wanna tango with 'em
Get wrapped up and shipped out, you try to tango with 'em
'Cause it's Bermuda to any n***a try anglin' em
Left him so holy, you'd think he had an angel with him (Ayo Oddwin!)
And he'd better had an angel with him
Or for the rest of time, he gettin' angel visions
Face down, floating freshwater with the angel fishes
So many bars in my notepad, its a paper prison
I see 'em writin' 'bout metal they never held, that's paper clippin'
I write about shit I'd nеver tell to anybody
'Cause you don't know mе, and trust me
I done saw a lot of shit when we was growin' through the times, we ain't have any money
There's truth in every line, but I'll admit it varies
See, I usually dial it back if shit is gettin' scary
I was recitin' lines the other day into a mirror
Had to call a priest, I fucked around and summoned Bloody Mary
There's truth in every line, but I'll admit it varies
'Cause I gotta add some humour to the shit that I carry
And I gotta plant a new flower for everything that I bury
And I gotta stay looking sharp for the woman I'll marry
But lately I've been so focused on the grind that my teeth hurt
And I can feel the pain, every time I spit each verse
Each word, reaching out to the bleachers 'cause my knees hurt
But I still got enough left in me to get to each serve
Sitting eastward, 5am, watching the sunrise
Hoping one day, that I can look into my son's eyes
And tell him it was worth it
All the sleepless nights writin' verses
All the demon fights and the curses
First thing imma do is buy my momma a Birkin
To make up for all the money I took out of her purses
And get my dad a new space to work in
'Cause my parents have put well over a century of work in
And seen no return
But that's the risk you take
And they adopted me, knowing full well it's a shitty shake
See, most black orphans never see the light of day
They just kinda fade into the concrete of the cityscape
How many black babies been aborted 'cause they parents couldn't afford it?
It's an epidemic, I'm not finna lie, I got survivors guilt

[Verse 2]
I find the will to move on, feeling pressure to be a success story
So the lives of the next generation can be less gory
Im tryna build something I can leave behind
And keep 'em out of the field
Conviction laid between each rhyme
The haters don't get my appeal, but I know they see me climb
My people see me feel, and they don't wanna see me shine
And I think it's about time
We start movin from porches to porcelain, pockets full of corpses getting corpulent
Tryna live to see the metamorphosis
Of this career, ignite the fire and I'm torching it
One hand on the wheel, and I'm flooring it
With a bad bitch in passenger built like Lilith and Morrigan
At the same time, see she's sorta thick but also sorta thin
Takin' dubs where all these n***as only sorta win
I look down the field and know I'm sure to win
Money flowin' like water how it's pouring in
But I've see mad n***as parch for the parchment, paper chasin'
And draining energy 'till there's nothing more to give
I seen too many ghost towns like Oregon


[Outro]
It's like these n***as want to see you on the floor again
They soon to send us all back to hunting and foraging
Than let a single crab out the bucket, so I'm ignoring them
There's truth in every line, but I'll admit it varies
So I don't sweat the details, long as the message carries
Yeah