[Verse 1]
(Yeah)
Bitch, I'm made for this shit
Business tainted as shit
I ain't apologising, I'm facing the shit
Start embracing the shit
Say hey to the kid
Front and center in the field, Willie Mays in this bitch
Man, I always been a vet at the core like Chevrolet
You just want enough, never more, and I can't relate
World in my hands, so yours I never shake
Only blades in your back's from your shoulders, there's 7, 8—
Knives in mine, where'd they come from? You!
Hop in line, hear that click clack, BOOM
Now is the time you should get that tomb
Know you wanted me in it but it don't fit two
Acting woke, I laugh and joke
'Cause you the one had the most, let it pass and go
Expecting rewards for no effort like you passing go
Like you monopolized on me, but actually, no
I think it's time I grind harder than I ever have
All things that bring peace seem to never last
Bud loud, screaming, "I'll never, ever, ever, ever land"
They ask me to ski, always been afraid of an avalanche
They look for the antidote
I say they need better cope—
Mechanisms, oestrogen levels higher than any hoe
Slut for a distraction 'cause action ain't what they ready for
And failure ain't an option for you 'cause it's inevitable
They ask me how I feel, I'm feeling amazing
Thank God every day that he made me
Don't always gotta be a product of what we was raised in
Although, I know a lot of times; it's easy to feel caged in
But that's life, that's growth, and we all go through it
Done a lot, wished a lot not included—
In our story, but it’s boring if we all wasn't stupid
Special, but we not 'cause we all still human
(Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Quarantine got my eyes on all the things—
I took for granted, the importance of being—
Able to stay present, not just overseeing—
Our problems, all got 'em, but most of us seem—
To just focus on all the bad
Just to get out the house, I'd take it all it back
Get to work at resolving the ones I have—
To prepare for the ones that I haven't met
The world falling, I hope this ain't a sign of the apocalypse
Back to how us humans is stupid, we always talking shit
And now we on our knees, begging Lord, "Please stop this shit!"
He put our ass in check, don't forget 'cause now he on top again
It got me hoping that he knows that his point's, clear
Imagine if he don't, bet he won't, care
(Brrr)
Onomatopoeia, that's him, he just hit me up and told me talk is cheap, he listening to no prayers
Got a lot to make up for
Still we want more
All we do is take, take, take 'til we numb to it
Never look what's on our plates 'til he come through and takes from what he made, leaving us with a crumb or two
Hoping that it humbles you
At least some of you
As long as it don't trouble you, you ain't giving a fuck, it's true
A lot of you look at L's for others as a W and still expect the world to show unconditional love for you
Fuck you!