Pt.1: Static

[Intro]
Hold up, hold up
Don't do no photos
You is a hoe, though

[Hook]
I've been in the game, yeah I'm making noise
N***as want to pin shit on me, but I'm an allegory
Get rich, order me calamari, and Ralph Lauren all on my body
N***as want static, that is they hobby [x4]

[Verse 1]
Never thought I'd get this far
The frisbee thrown is my legacy
Never thought I'd a throw that far
I've been in this long, so I met and set that bar
But the bar was too hard, got drunk off the bars
I'm here to remark, like I left something before
That something is war, that I put down
To come back and destroy, I remember
When didn't fuck with the boy, sharp as the spear from a Zulu
Lord of the game, like Cthulhu, who is you dude?
Toting pistols, selling crack, don't say it unless you do, dude
I grab the ratchet, weave it, like baskets
Leave shit bloodier, than Kill Bill action
Leaving even light skin n***as black and white
Like Uzumaki, left wrist dripping like it's soggy
Man in the middle, I'm out of the lot
You n***as body to body, like you just crashed in a Rari
I remember playing games on my Blackberry
Seeing new n***as rise to fame, but they get took down
And look upon, over dumb shit, how we gonna function
The blacker the beery, the sweeter the juice
In society, It's seems hereditary to carry a 9
To take care of a marriage for real, n***a you how feel
This shit is real, I'm talking black movements
They talking a mill, off a deal, and buying some houses
Your debt bout to bigger than a mountain, real shit

Pt.2: Hood Over Heads

[Verse]
Fuck all that drill shit
Turn up, and adlib music
I'm really bout to lose it
Which side are you fitting shoes in?
That's a metaphor, ya mock a sin
You pay the price, the piper Peter pipe and popping
Prescription pills, plus prohibited parsley
And it's off, in the hood, and you meet these people
You have seen walking and sneaking
They break into houses, and rob all on the cars
I remember they probably rob at ours
I have to stay inside, like I'd rather do
Life is fucked up, and if I get shot by the cops
I plan to do what I want to do, not go outside
Is my ultimatum, cause it's crazy
How momma's in these streets, not watching they babies
Getting hurt, and beat and thrown inside the truck
Of the police and they immediately throw him in the cell
Cause they don't like him either, maybe they evil
Maybe they originally had the heat to begin with
But we all know we never seen black dude kill himself in prison
We still on the plantation, we never left
We just free, to commit another theft
And that's how stereotypes get up inward
And now they saying in 2018, white people
Still can't say the n word, we use that as like a meaning
Or something, we say it when we meet
And white people seem to love it
But when they say it, it's controversial
Cause they certain skin color, bitch fuck it
I'm not saying it's sacred, but it's something we
Shouldn't say around no one, unless it's are own
In our homes, speaking of that, I'd rather stay in my room
To ever deal, with thoughts of chains getting back on
If you want child to stay out the prisons
Then do like a prism, and box em out they decisions
Don't need to sell weed, don't need to sell crack
I can teach these black kids and white kids
To put down a gat, not even "Black's Lives Matter"
Can't bring us back, to peace, we too much in pieces
The puzzle is black, and we broke, as a people, never equal