My pen draws too much latitude for platitudes
So henceforth my attitude shall allude the Iron Duke
Game won, bench warmers still trying strap in they boots
A spent force, you gon’ hang from it or jump from the roof
French Quarter Jazz and blues all came from African tunes
George Floyd left playing death songs on the Avenue
Neck sore, might need more Panthers and less camera dudes
Connect four, ain’t a game, red dots on the boys in blue
Headshot police murderer, "Live At The Barbecue"
Ninety-two pre-Illmatic I was fan of Cube
Dirt poor grandmama built a crib with no washing room
Swept floors never embarrassed, did what she had to do
Came north ducking defence force, how my mama grew
Like Kim K’s North, I raise my spawn with a shiny spoon
Slept on, try to Take Off but the challenger blew
Left off of Bad and Boujee came back with the culture too
Yabadadoo the bedrock of you fucking cartoons
Hardly matter to us, Ray Charles when we counting your views
Crime induced poverty you know us from watching the news
I am due all of this, The Sunset Clause was a ruse
Fatwa to the head n***a in charge
A testament to God
In recession still investing in the art
A selfless thing of heart
Reversing any facade they selling the charts
To every mark the energy off
Celebrity stars are rated above originators
Stog!