Kufi on my fucking skull, bopping down the boulevard
Cerebellum demons in it parabellum bullet dodge
On the block, army vet, showed me where the bullet lodged
He was in Fallujah with them shooters left him bullet scarred
Asked me for a dollar so you know I gave him five
He said would you let me hold a couple more if I could rhyme
I said kick it sun he started spitting and he wasn’t lying
Hitting different he was ripping I could tell he put in time I
Gave him the rest of the bread I had in my clip
Money folder replenish I spent it back as I get
He said you rap too right? Lemme hear it
Can I kick it? Yes I can, holy spirit

Name of the father who slowly aimed the revolver
Shot the strap through the back of a brother raising his daughter
Trauma victims, sprawling Jumanji prisms
Calling on organisms together to form a prison
This like religion to me so you rapping sacrilegious
That means you trash and I’m the pastor handing out revisions
But I ain’t mad you gotta stack it young black male
This is America black n***as get blackmailed

I need a Erykah Badu in my cyphe dog
I need a cleric, a sadhu and a Phife Dog
It’s my life dog
Through the night fog
I maneuver till G.O.D. turn the lights off
I recruited a couple G’s on my debit card
I’m reviewing what’s owed to me like a credit card
Fuck you pay me bitch
Till you make me rich
So my future lady can cop the Mercedes quick
I had to babysit grown men, not now
That shit is over with like Corona and lockdowns
Cause I don’t give a fuck
Take my mask off
Cause I can’t breathe
Till my last cough