JAY-Z
Told us wrong
Sum like Malcom x
It be the drako who preach for me

My bitch black like chewbacca
Sharp shooter u know what the fuck I mean

I fucked her forecely
I got the force
But she came (on to me )pleasantly

Said u da addy
Said u was knocking on my door
U pulled a ups on me

Now I’m fed up
Hit his ex up

Found his lo
Pulled up to his door

Then da rest was history
I tell these Nigas don’t look at me

Deja vu I’m back in this bitch
Blowing it on gas again
Not saying I am Nelson
But I done metrled ina
Few important delimas

I got dymenthia
If the police want start questioning mе

He’s slithery like a snakе
Bet I could slime his bitch up instantly

Like sum ramen noodles ion need no recipe

Tears of joy when I beat it up
They talking bout emphaty

Said I’m from royalty
But it seems like I’m loosing my identity

Stolen from the Africaks
Brought to America

In the heart of America
That It was the exodus

It was a trick for a check
I couldn’t see the bigger picture
Sold into slavery
Sorry I sold you

Said u was a solider
All they see is Toby

Time goes on
Ain’t no time for grudges

Fuck I gotta hate for a
She ain’t had her glow up

Add one more niga to the body toll
May god rest this poor bastads soul

Know I was born in 05
And if She ain’t older 50

I ain’t changing my attitude
Like kunta kinte u could get chopped off

Barking at the wrong tree
Homie u ain’t never getting free

Freedom is just a deception
Intervening in reality
How can I keep my mind stable
If I ain’t hearing no harmony

Sweet sounds melody
I’m living in the west coast

Naw I ain’t changing my lifestyle
Not even if I meet my demise