Rap
I like this shit
Light my shit
Villains in villages my vernacular's equivalent
Crazy ass intelligence the shit that I'm gifted with
Kicking my innocence
Stand behind these bars like you fit for ya sentencing
I pray that you listening
This vocal imprisonment, I value my penmanship
Persuasively ignorant and my provocative's penitent
Never accepted dawg like the life of an immigrant
So I'm saving these images, missing some mistresses
We some misguided misfits and our mission is militant
My intellect's in effect, throw shots and I intercept
I'm in her net and I'm testing techs
If you coming for me come correct
If you coming for me come correct
Ain't no one stopping me
Ain't nobody dropping me
These classified commodities with casual animosity
Artificial analogies with annual apologies
Stars aligned like I'm taking astrology
Catastrophic collisions some predictable predicaments
Equalling advantages, it's evident
My events condescend that vital vigilance
I'll kinda send a condolence
Once they pay for my performance
Snapping on my recordings
They begging for a portion
I'm slaving for the whip, I need a Cedes and a Porsche and
Prolly even an explorer, always feeling like a tourist
We hopeless, since when did praying pay for phone shit
Light bills, & heat, all the essential home shit
Calculating these casualties
Them bitches laughed when I said that I rapped
They supported when he said that he trapped
But of course, but of course
I show no remorse
Get a kick outta this
You bought me last week
They saw you and said "you got the hottest things on your feet"
Some grey areas, but I promise that I'm cool like the shade
I dropped in '95 so we bout the same age
Over the years I been changing
This just my latest color-way
Your favorite number 11, you changed your Instagram the other day
And to tell you the truth
People post me a lot
I look smooth on the court, but most noticeable on the block
But I plot, so don't hate this
Even if I tried I couldn't fake this
You keep money in the shoebox that I came with
That shit'll never equal the amount he consuming
Y'all love this nigga so much y'all don't even see what he's doing
From 6 rings to prison pipeline
But get love like the goats get
Ironic every time I'm released, your people go in
Rob you of your freedom, kill off any opportunity
He talk a good game but he's not one for his community
Racial issues pop up, his name ain't one to pop up
But you can see me on the feet of these black kids who've been shot up
By the same ones who book you and your people
And it last forever
We living in a world where goats and pigs working together
I'ma chill, I'ma chill, I'ma chill out
I'ma chill, I'ma chill, I'ma chill out, aye
I'ma chill, I'ma chill, I'ma chill out, aye
Aye, I like this shit
Now light my shit
I like this shit
Now light my shit
Oh by the way
I write my shit
Light my shit
Villains in villages my vernacular's equivalent
Crazy ass intelligence the shit that I'm gifted with
Kicking my innocence
Stand behind these bars like you fit for ya sentencing
I pray that you listening
This vocal imprisonment, I value my penmanship
Persuasively ignorant and my provocative's penitent
Never accepted dawg like the life of an immigrant
So I'm saving these images, missing some mistresses
We some misguided misfits and our mission is militant
My intellect's in effect, throw shots and I intercept
I'm in her net and I'm testing techs
If you coming for me come correct
If you coming for me come correct
Ain't no one stopping me
Ain't nobody dropping me
These classified commodities with casual animosity
Artificial analogies with annual apologies
Stars aligned like I'm taking astrology
Catastrophic collisions some predictable predicaments
Equalling advantages, it's evident
My events condescend that vital vigilance
I'll kinda send a condolence
Once they pay for my performance
Snapping on my recordings
They begging for a portion
I'm slaving for the whip, I need a Cedes and a Porsche and
Prolly even an explorer, always feeling like a tourist
We hopeless, since when did praying pay for phone shit
Light bills, & heat, all the essential home shit
Calculating these casualties
Them bitches laughed when I said that I rapped
They supported when he said that he trapped
But of course, but of course
I show no remorse
Get a kick outta this
You bought me last week
They saw you and said "you got the hottest things on your feet"
Some grey areas, but I promise that I'm cool like the shade
I dropped in '95 so we bout the same age
Over the years I been changing
This just my latest color-way
Your favorite number 11, you changed your Instagram the other day
And to tell you the truth
People post me a lot
I look smooth on the court, but most noticeable on the block
But I plot, so don't hate this
Even if I tried I couldn't fake this
You keep money in the shoebox that I came with
That shit'll never equal the amount he consuming
Y'all love this nigga so much y'all don't even see what he's doing
From 6 rings to prison pipeline
But get love like the goats get
Ironic every time I'm released, your people go in
Rob you of your freedom, kill off any opportunity
He talk a good game but he's not one for his community
Racial issues pop up, his name ain't one to pop up
But you can see me on the feet of these black kids who've been shot up
By the same ones who book you and your people
And it last forever
We living in a world where goats and pigs working together
I'ma chill, I'ma chill, I'ma chill out
I'ma chill, I'ma chill, I'ma chill out, aye
I'ma chill, I'ma chill, I'ma chill out, aye
Aye, I like this shit
Now light my shit
I like this shit
Now light my shit
Oh by the way
I write my shit
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Writer(s): Malik Wade
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