Eh..
Fuck it I ain't doing this shit anymore
(that's off topic)
Okay how about I tell you about that raw shit
We Got up early in the morning to give you this forset

Water doesn't flow any better than like this
Rapshit, how does it smell whenever I spit
They got a piece, now they wondering if I'm legit
And I know, they don't want me performing my shit

I'm too full to measure, I got the game underpressure
Not even privileged but n***as want a lecture
I'm so sick of being under rated, it's time to venture
To new highs, fuck lows, bodybag the session

I made a call to God, he doesn't like yall
He said Zee my boy, you better take off
Me and Jesus got a bet, it's about to pay off
Don't even think about giving it up, go ape mode

Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Dope lines, we selling cocain
Scratch that, got dope rhymes in my cabinet
Real OG raps, we go back with em
On my Wesley Snipes, bout to fuck em all
(Gotta ball)
Writing music set me free
Like I'm a martyr well prepared to die
For my believing
Only want it if it's real
If not, then you can keep it
Said "if you real, you alive"
And that's what I believe in

Black Pious on the mic
Make the speakers vibrate
When I spit this hot sauce we can all have a taste
Do this for the free, and I always keep it me
I'm an hour away from fame anyway
But my streaming ain't main
I guess you gotta go as hard as cement
Connect the pieces of the puzzle
When you caught up in a program
Can't be bigger than

Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up
Pick up the pieces, n***a don't give it up