Tryin’ think back to a quiet time
I never had one in this mind of mine
Rain, sleet or snow, gotta find a line to define our times
We gotta vote, but we all know it’s just bidin’ time
Storm comin’
Is you ready if the war comin?
Tell me would you hoard somethin’ you have?
You know we can’t afford nothin’ wasted
Dudes be like “I ain’t frontin’” but at best you front-adjacent, that’s the same shit
I’m very tired of the bullshit
If you gon’ take a shot at me, then be IGTV
Son, you better bring the full clip
I can’t believe I’m still doin this
They can’t fuck with me
Shit is nothin new, they been wearin’ masks to me
You couldn’t rattle me
You remind me of Polo Sport 3-packs cause you bout to be a casualty
I know your type
You the type to have jewelry on at Applebee’s and front to the Gram on a close-up story like “This is how we eat”
I’m just laughin, B
My notebooks is elite
I got a masters in scribblin’, check the pad degree
Man, I’m glad I’m me
Shit I been rappin’ bout for years has come to fruition
Yeah, and now they want pay attention
How I’m problematic? They ain’t have problems with addicts bein’ used by corporations just to make dividends with
I don’t believe that you care about what you say you do
Cause you’ll fuck with the corny appropriatin’ shit long as so and so say it’s cool
So I don’t play the fool, keep doin’ what I say I’ll do while they do what they paid to do
Spit the shit that they know but they hate is true
Workin’ man and y’all better pay your labor dues
Get on tracks and eat, I don’t got no one to cater to
I been here for years pussy, make a move
Load management-ass rappers take the code and abandon it-ass rappers
Lay the groundwork and don’t have the balls to stand in it-ass rappers
Take a cultural wound and try to bandage it-ass rappers
But wouldn’t remove the knife from the shoulders that you standin’ on-ass rappers
Craft’s crafts try to slander but you know that you can’t hold a candle to-ass rappers
Scared of when I’m big enough to banish you-ass rappers
Look, I’m past cap and I’m past stats
They don’t know the sound of true applause, only ass claps
Pass back what we do with blame fore we take a shot
Always felt that if I bet on me, I would take the pot
Wouldn’t quit on me if the game was rigged which is a good thing cause it prolly is
Yeah, but I don’t do the “prollys,” kid
I go and get it, one million percent shit