Uh
Back to reclaim my throne
I’m the prince of the city young Machiavelli
Staged my own death outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I’m shining hard Stanley Kubrick
We don’t live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun toting
Smoke em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where crack hit the Chi same year as Michael Jordan
My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry
I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic
Speak my mind I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a back stabber
Cause I un’d myself
I got better shit on albums I shelved than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross
I’m a beast boy I just love to self-sabotage
Pussy niggas talking down vagina monologue
I ain’t running but I’m tired of y’all
I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted on the limbs of your friends
Have em crying like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully don’t be a matador
This ain’t no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I’m the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
So that’s all I ask
Uh
Young Machiavelli
Still alive across the belly
Lemme get it back
Lake Shore Drive with the top back
Rocking Y Project
With my ride or die bitch
Nigga where The Lox at
Had so many conflicts
That shit got crucial
I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu
Shit is like apartheid
If you see the South Side
No upward mobility
That got niggas paralyzed
Paper Planes snapback
Shout to Em and Ty Ty
Yeah I did a rock album
That’s cause I’m a rock star
I’m from where the moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesus
To put new 22’s on they coupe
Selling D, ducking 12
Undercovers looking for proof
I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice
A window in my reality
Two parent household from an immigrant family
Middle class salaries
On 47th Street by the stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home
Uh
Born alone, die alone it’s still Save Money
I take that to the grave with me
The game’s funny
A nigga went from robbing in the hood
To the Robin Hood of Inglewood
I’m feeding niggas
They produced these circumstances by beating niggas
Mistreating and misleading niggas
We the niggas jumped ship did some underwater breathing nigga
Why I gotta live my death to believe a nigga
Still alive
Still alive
I’m still alive
I’m still alive
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