I’m living proof that Messiah can die and be resurrected
I survived, y’all crucifying me for my message
Might pull up in a lamb to silence you, I’m a shepherd
My truth overrule my desire to be respected
Still connected from South Africa to Singapore
My steppers don’t play games, this ain’t DDR
Your shooters only on Call of Duty, I’m from a real Warzone
You’ll get blown with no chance to respawn
Fuck y’all on? Niggas sayin’ they gon’ have me murked
I could merch, it ain’t gon’ happen like a DJ Khaled verse
I’m from the Stones, Excalibur, if my demons charge ya
You’ll be dodgin’ magnums outta Challenger
They throw shots in the air, call it mazel tov
And hit you while your bae watch, now you’re Hasselhoff
School of hard knocks, y’all niggas cap as a tassel toss
Damage the pussy like a lateral then I pass her off
I’m so inappropriate, she chokin’ it
Ethiopian chick, I’m diggin’ in her fallopian
I meditate like a monk, on the keys I’m Thelonius
None of y’all niggas close to me, I got claustrophobia
Salty niggas, watch your sodium
They wanna murder me for my words like Malcolm at the podium
Waldorf Banksy Hotel or the Astoria
I’m Inglourious like a bastard on Maury or
Judge Judy, fuck the judge and the jury
Walkin’ through your hood with a fuck ton of jewelry
Let a nigga reach, I teach, it’s just me versus me
I’m MJ in the 45 versus 23
28, I made it past the 27 club
Started a legal cannabis bud, I’m still selling drugs
93, only black plant in the dispo
Guess every cloud got a silver lining like Sisqo
We kick door, industries where we was blackballed
Trappin’ out the storefront, I used to play the backyard
Praise the most, Allahu Akbar, you act hard
My niggas runnin’ up with them tools like it was Nascar
Only rapper with a Teflon in a Telfar
I got niggas with black tar and niggas with black cards
At Hov house in Malibu, I’m the most wanted
I’m the truth, that’s for real, nigga, no frontin’
I got a lot of beef like I had four stomachs
So I keep a 4-4 by my Goyard luggage
With more Gs than a Gucci bag
Play with me, I put them VLs on your head like a Louis hat
I got Westside connections like Dub C
Plus more enemies in public than Chuck D
She be sellin’ pussy but I’m fuckin’ for free
I ain’t a trick daddy, ne’er nigga fuckin’ with me
Understand this is not a phase, I did the rock shit
I still got that crack Franklin and Snowfall shit
I’m doper than the Contras and the CIA
They killed the hood with it then they killed JFK
They same way they tried Castro in Cuba
Went to Congo, assassinated Lumumba
Dipped into Ghana, deposed Kwame Nkrumah
These are just the facts of the past, this not a rumor
Fuck the pigs, Pumbaa, I’m cool bruh
I ain’t dancin’ for these white folks, Zumba
On your medulla for that coin, now you a Coopa
I degrade Freddy Kreuger
Back out the Gulag, no Uncle Luke, my crew too live
On blocks where they handin’ out nines like my shoe drive
I’m super fly like Curtis, fuck how you may feel
I smack a nigga like Murda Mook or Jae Millz
They say wise men don’t argue with fools
And don’t dance with the devil unless you ready to walk in his shoes
I put pedal to the metal with the balance of a rebel
Every single sentence is a letter to the ghetto
Where the section 8 mothers is struggling off a link card
Most father figures in prison or in the graveyard
Tryin’ to find work on the green card
The AR put the dot next to your top, where’s Jay Rock?
I’m way far, meeting with the Mandelas
Underneath Table Mountain in the beaches of Cape Town
I’m going Khabib Nurmagomedov with the takedown
Dangerous as heroin needles on playgrounds
That’s the environment in which I was raised
Violent as rabid dogs, flow sicker than strays
I’m programmed to my ignorant ways
So beware with a minotaur should you choose to enter the maze
Went missing in action, took 5, like Jackson
Watched the wack shit festering in my absence
This fame will make you hallucinate like absinthe
We do it major, you niggas minor as infractions
Like a diamond miner in Congo, I’m conflicted
Do I play the role or content you living unscripted
I keep landin’ ahead of my time like a flight to NY
From LA ’cause of the time difference
Every line of every sentence is pivotal
I’m Lazarus in the last days, this shit is Biblical
It’s V, I’m Odysseus on my Odyssey
I’m in the Hamptons sippin’ on a Long Island iced tea, fucker
Like I married the coco, Khal Drogo
I’d rather be deaf than hear y’all shit, it’s so-so
Only nigga snap like me must be Jermaine Dupree
I’m Jamie in Django, that means free
Maya Angelou in a trap full of caged birds
My shit bunkin’ like the 15th and the 1st
Dunkin’ like Tim, could’ve been the ’03 Spurs
My chick in three quarter length mink furs
Yves Salomon from Champs Élysées
Still take a bird through the drive thru at Chick-Fil-A
Breasts out in the coupe with somethin’ thick in the legs
You tell me what came first, the chicken or the egg? Ah
My assessment’s in the highest percentile
I feel like the chosen one surrounded by gentiles
German engineering on the Glocks and whips
With a chinese chick in rush hour like Juntao
Push it to the limit, my port of Miami Zos
Rock Voodoo beads, do ceremony with skulls
They’ll sacrifice you then pray to your bones
Blow up your whole block like a Syrian drone
I’m up top with a bird’s eye view, ready to drop shit
Hairpin trigger extended in fiber optics
The ops get a synopsis, can’t say too much
Don’t want to end up like Martha with them stock tips
I’m more Siddhartha, Buddha in his early stages
They say it’s a law but move my mule, I need my 40 acres
Who wanna Tango and dance? I’ll have your mans
Pourin’ out drinks for you, champ, word to Noreaga
From the home of Capone and Minister Farrakhan
Black entrepreneurs, homie, shiftin’ the paradigm
With two certified 10s, that’s a pair of dimes
Face down from the waist down ’til I’m paralyzed
Moroccan beauty wanna do me in Marrakesh
I’m Gil Scott but my revolution is televised
Word to the wise, you should be terrified
How can you threaten death with a man who already died?
Save Money still alive and breathin’
I’m the original, Adam in the Garden of Eden
I rose from the ashes, how could you bury a phoenix?
My name legend as if I was married to Chrissy Tiegen
These days in the streets, get rich or die tryin’
Either go hard in the paint than sit on the sidelines
I’m on a death race like drivebys on I95
I’m Dylan, I want every spot in the top 5
I can see telepathically, niggas ain’t even half of me
They all scrubs, Jesse Williams, Grey’s Anatomy
I’m in you like a slave mentality
I’m the god, I was raised in Nazareth, they gotta hate me, they Pharisees
Alhamdulillah I survived in Chiraq
Where the violence surrounds your vision like IMAX
I’m on network TV, but play me and catch a clip
Be on the next murder mystery series on Netflix
Industry in shambles, I gotta lead by example
Niggas scared to tell the truth out of fear of being cancelled
Cool, I’m the one that put my life on the line
Saving the game like I’m on the frontline with Private Ryan
Still I feel like they withholding my respect
Like Uncle Sam withholding O’s out of your check
Look, most niggas I know in debt
Gettin’ stains for simple things, designer clothes, diapers and rent
2018 they tried to assassinate me
50 racks on my top, not no rap game beef
Shit got funky, I called General Kumasi
I was on Slauson with OG Blue from Long Beach
Niggas die young or you live and you learn
We called Big U, watched as niggas did a U-turn
This around the time I did the video with the dress on
I still had that burner on deck like Steph arm
Not to mention more bitches than I could count
24 have fivesomes with millions in my account
Your spouse in multimillion dollar houses
I’m still ballin’ on niggas, that’s game, blouses
It’s just a Sign o’ the Times
You can’t marginalize me, I’m livin’ out of your lines
Menace to sobriety, anti-society
Selassie flow, y’all gotta speak of me higher-ly
Low center of gravity in the Lambo seats
Flyin’ business international like Amnesty
Blood on the money like Israeli arms dealers
Still screamin’ out free Palestine, nigga
30 got more shells than a whole family of armadillos
Jane Goodall, I be with guerillas
You won’t see my killers nor will you hear them comin’
Now you Hellen Keller, call them boys Philip ’cause they drummin’
Me, I’m on base like a timpani
This a stroke of genius, Mozart’s fifth symphony
Boxing like Tyson but I’m actin’ like [?]
I got mob ties like I had family in Sicily
It seems the world has succumbed to sensitivity
They tryin’ to censor me ’cause they can’t make sense of me
I’m still Save Money, send my cheese where the Swisses be
The Tiffanys make a thot come like an epiphany
This is immaculate conception
I’m goin’ in like I’m black and fit the description
Y’all spit opinions, the facts, often different
My shooter rock a mask, Rip Hamilton on the Pistons
Drippin’ Dusse, like Fela fallen soldiers
Celebrate to see they son become winner like autumn’s over
In the field where the fathers ain’t coach us
We got God inside us, that’s how Mary had Jesus without Joseph
Pray one day I have seeds, I’ll teach ’em these lessons
Written language and paper was really Egypt’s inventions
They killed the natives with disease and infection
Section 8 housing, now we got 8 bottles of Ace in our section
You do the math, all off of sixteens on these records
23 I saw my first M, like when y’all first heard Slim
Since him back like Mike with the 45
If you could add, that’s no surprise, I keep it a hundred
I’m still in the streets whippin’ 350 AMG
One thing left in the trunk, I feel like Amerie
All the ops laggin’ behind us, they got latency
They know it’s gon’ be violence like a orchestra, they play with me
I orchestrated enterprises from direct deposits
Niggas love to say I flopped but I was really catchin’ charges
With some steppers on some Stomp the Yard shit
I made her cum louder but I never took a step in college
I said that before, y’all never caught it
I’m still a Hooligan, grown and developed like Hoover n’em
Sending Jeff Fort bread in the same cell that Hoover’s in
Yo’ squad full of geeks, don’t make me bring the trouble shooters in
Y’all judge y’all successes by the likes and mentions
I judge mines by the lines that my mic perfected
Securest calls 9 to 5 from inside corrections
Bro said it made him shed a tear to hear me talkin’ reckless
I rhyme for every child neglected
EBT users and students using linkcard for breakfast
2018 they tried to stop the message
It’s real bodies drop behind that rap beef, I keep that off the record
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