I dont want a seat at the table
I want food on my plate
They was boostin the lighter hue
To pursue the escape
We was shootin in light of you
Cause we knew you was great
But woulda never bumped ya records
If we knew you was fake
VVS’s shinin on the block where we
Was stranded
Lookin like a piece of salmon
In the midst of a famine
And if God don’t like ugly
It’s a rap for ya character
How we from the same struggle
And you think i’m a competitor?
Envy’s the rеsult of indigence
Say we hatin whеnever you make it out
We really mad cause you didn’t
When you heatin up with the oven
Then its clear that you trapped
When you dont distribute ya riches
Then its clear that you trapped
Can’t tell me nada with these frames
I know the way that They, Live is a fallacy
Black excellence was truly a monolith
Told shawty not to ever call me king
The Roc-nation brunch booed
As i took off my ring
It’s apparent you lack validity
As victims of aridity
They told me rappers just like
Them crackas
Thought they was kiddin me
Contemplation over cheese sandwiches
Zapped my energy
Rain comes down
On ya memories
Grey skies as you P.O.V the eyes
That was dancin to B.E.T
Searchin for deities
Thought i saw some you in me
Due to ya prominence
They Peter Molyneaux with
The promises
Idolization of celebrity
A form of politics
I knew more about the music
That Obama used to listen to
Was unaware bout all the damage
That the missiles do
When my face is gettin smashed
By the force of batons
Why do all eyes go to Lebron?
The black armada will armored
Thru the forces of the elders of the trench
When it really pops off
Our heroes’ll play the bench, so
I’m warrior bred
I don’t play that regal
It’s a fact that most of ya kings
And queens be feeble