[Intro]
Ayo
Ayo Flex, please don't screw your face or react
Sit back, I ain't come here for all that
I wanna rap
Fuck it I wanna rap

[Verse 1]
Yo, uh
My bitch called me last night 'round nine
She was venting I said "Don't let these feelings get between all these millions"
She said "My n***a, I feel it"
She said "That's why you the realest"
My bitch called me last night 'round nine
She was venting I said "Don't let these feelings get between all these millions"
She said "My n***a, I feel it"
I said that, I ain't praying for no mil', I've learned to stеal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts
Caskеts for new years to bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned, despite concerns I'm doing aight
Leave it drippin' like when fire meets ice
I'm God body, more the Deity type
My n***as know, rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson
I wrote this doing ninety on my way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins
Filled with guilt, barely do I reminisce, it give me chills
I promise y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses filled, life is just a battle
Why would I follow Roman calendars, I'm African
2Pacalypse, confidants notoriously arrogant
Jamaican rum, I speak in native tongue and scalp a n***a
A work of art, it's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
An easy turn from self-reflective to self-destructive
Or when you just not shit, even your rivals love it
Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I fuck they mind right, invite 'em to the orgy
I just call it how I see it and my three eyes been open
Matching Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin' south of France
Can't understand why they call it the beach, there ain't no sand
If you familiar with weight, we ship that, you sniff that
The truth sets you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled, we stacked packs and slide through towns
Black rockstar, I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Hair wrapped like Badu style
Young n***a that could trade war stories with the vets
Jesus Christ I turned water to acid, so you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up, you would think Dapper Dan worked on him
Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
Cherish these incidents, Detroit red
K over my shoulder as I unload all my troubles on these instruments
The final-nah, uh
[Verse 2]
What if the Mamba, ain't decide to hop in that chopper?
What if the police ain't put bullets in my poppa?
What if the law of attraction was instant?
What if the law came and you got a day for a pistol?
Huh, what if Meg shot Tory? What if Tina beat Ike?
What if Debo ain't have that squeak squeak on his bike?
You wouldn't know when he was coming, when to tuck in your ice
What if they really gave a fuck 'bout your rights?
What if the light at the end of the tunnel you see when you die
Is you coming out your mom's vagina in your second life?
What if ghosts is real, every n***a killed in the projects
Would probably haunt the hallway or the lobby, let's be honest
What if Edgar J. Hoover ain't dismantle the Panthers?
What if Pac had braids, what if police wore bandanas?
What if 50 Cent beat Kanye in '07?
Shit we'd probably still be wearing baggy ass denims
What if you could bring back somebody that you loved that passed away for a day
But you lose a year of your life? Is that an even trade?
What if Jesus really came back and tried to save the day?
They'd probably call him schizophrenic and lock that n***a away
What if freedom is just an illusion?
What if I ain't write this song, what if you didn't listen?
What if you didn't listen? I ain't done
Yeah
[Verse 3]
I'm off a tab today, drunk driving, I might crash today
She hit my DM 10pm, I'm sure I'ma smash today
Bullets burn, flesh lacerates
I'm a demon when in heat, I shape-shift and activate
Pussy holding, fuck it raw, I'm looking for a back to break
Count Rackula, watch me levitate
Business and emotions don't mix, you gotta separate
Treat your face like a gun range
Bloodbath, open floodgates, this a sample, this shit off the runway
Gunplay 'cause some words you can't unsay
Melanin heaven, I just be soaking up the sun-rays
I don't trust the bank, loan sum
They get tucked 'way, that's my saving grace
Thought of being broke just make me sick, give me stomach aches
Runnin' fades, teflon, imma blaze in case shit escalates
We bulletproof the Escalade, wire tapped, they might just insinuate
I tried to implicate, investigate
Our conglomerate, my constituents load up the pistol, give Allah thanks
Checkmate, eyes dilate, steady heartrate
Keep my little guns in a large safe
Boobytrap the stash house in case the cops invade them drug raids
Newspaper front page, the headliner reads one name
Sorry but my last fuck I just gave
Know I gotta repeat that one phrase
Uh
[Verse 4]
Not buying a condom, my poppa best investment
Not going to the doctor, my momma best decision
Since my conception I've been destined to be reckless
From my recollection, you should mention me with legends
My knife work turn Bruce Willis to Bruce Jenner
My pen work turn convos to cool millions
Spit venom and dirty distressed denim
Adjust your antennas, sit back and get messaged
A wise woman said "Young king, you'd better spawn some wings if you gon' burn every bridge"
I laughed, looked up and said "Every sin I committed was just me experimenting the prophecy"
Now I can see clearer than the heels on a stripper's feet
She said to dig you bitches deep
One slip and you'll plummet for weeks
They praying on your downfall before you even hit your peak
Acid rain downpour, come and take a trip with Meech
Ya bitch

[Outro]
Aight now I'm done
I'm good