Yea yea yea
With the quickness
Coming in slick
On my arm is a thick bitch
Under all odds
Better form mental thickness
End up on a hit list
Talking all this shit yea
Trynna crack hip hop
Flawed by my pigment
Sickening
But the more I think about it
I never could dream about
A culture where the crackers
Didn’t take what others made
Guess that’s the case with all this music ain’t it
Yea yea yea
With the quickness
Coming in slick
On my arm is a thick bitch
Under all odds
Better form mental thickness
End up on a hit list
Talking all this shit yea
Trynna crack hip hop
Flawed by my pigment
Sickening
But the more I think about it
I never could dream about
A culture where the crackers
Didn’t take what others made
Guess that’s the case with all this music ain’t it
Hold up
Put deposits down
A brand new house
I’m not allowed to dig a hole
Like holy moly
What’s the point in even owning
If I ain’t allowed to kick my shit
The government opposing
Why they always run the game
We just a cog inside the motor
What’s the motive
With the police
Inner cities
Offing homies
They the reason
For the juxtaposition
Tale of two cities
Shit ain’t pretty
I’m offending everybody
Fuck the system fuck the judges
Not looking out for nobody
Had a buddy
He a body now

Yea yea yea
With the quickness
Coming in slick on my arm
Audemars Piguet
Quick flex
Then i'm back to the business
Haters talk shit when you peaking their interest
Got a lot in store for the boy
Where the toys at
60 in the glovebox
70 in the nap-sack
80 for time peace
90 in the cash app
100 in potential
Tell me where the fuck I cash out
I ain’t never felt like this though
I’m Crisco
Making shit pop
Crystal ball at the award show
About to get the bag
Never slacking on the wardrobe
Dripping in my old-skools
Skys on the torso
Ambition never foreclose
I don’t need a horror scope
Catch me making hits lil bitch it’s a no scope
Always been a lone wolf
Catch me where the moon goes
She ride it like a bmx
She call my dick a mongoose
Always gonna talk loose
Promise I’m a fun dude
Even if I fade-away
You know I’ll always come through
In the field like soldier do
Made my way to bonaroo
Watch me shed a tear for fear that my momma hold
Promise imma make it out
My crew is undebatable
Slim and Al and smooch
With a view of the Alamo
In the Panamera
Racing faster than a cannonball
Checking my direction
Making certain that I don’t fall off