Dwight Howard

Everybody wants a slice of that privileged life
The Enlightenment of the mind: loneliness is the price
85 per cent of the planet sleeping on gas
Ask me if I trust anybody: niggas is rats
This is real rap, Unique doesn't fuck with the trap
Migos, Pump, Savage: All these niggas is wack
They ain't here for the culture, only here for the gwap
Therefore: all the music that they produce is trash
I'm speaking facts when I tell you
I don't move with a pack
Lone wolf, Unique is the opposite of cockroaches
Fuck all these life coaches and they wack approaches
Trynna get a hold on your mind with fake slogans
I'm only trynna speak knowledge: Call me Joe Rogan
Black man investing in prisons, ask Jordan
Air walking god, but he can't do shit for the mortals
I'm here to save the world like a fucking transformer

Pick the pen, write rhymes, that's the lifestyle
My mom always treated me good like a white child
Making major moves, might end up in the White House
Get the fuck out my way: playing like Dwight Howard
Pick the pen, write rhymes, that's the lifestyle
My mom always treated me good like a white child
Making major moves, might end up in the White House
Get the fuck out my way: playing like Dwight Howard

Lyrically extraordinary with the words that I carry
From the tip of my tongue to your imaginary
Me and Hip-Hop we married, chase her like Tom and Jerry
Poetry over beats, the rest is secondary
So stay steady when I get in your mind like Fredi
Loose control like putting henny in yo' belly
Schizophrenia after hitting a blunt, fuck passing it to the next
Put smoke into my lungs 'til my chest shrunk
Put the fire out, nigga's on a men hunt
GOD CYPHER DIVINE when I spit like a man torch
Fuck 9-1-1 though I'm riding in a new Porsche
Rare bread indeed: Unique feeling like a blue nose
Punch you in the face then I call a nigga Rudolph
Fuck Santa Claus, no turkey, eating noodles

Pick the pen, write rhymes, that's the lifestyle
My mom always treated me good like a white child
Making major moves, might end up in the White House
Get the fuck out my way: playing like Dwight Howard
Pick the pen, write rhymes, that's the lifestyle
My mom always treated me good like a white child
Making major moves, might end up in the White House
Get the fuck out my way: playing like Dwight Howard

Bringing street knowledge straight to your door like
What's up fam? Do you need some metaphors?
That's that type of shit that will rise up the temperature
To these rap niggas I feel like a predator
Like a pack of smoke I be killing folks with caution
New born babies jam to my shit, no abortion
Dry skinned niggas using my shit like it's lotion
Bossing up, but Unique needs no promotion
Feeding niggas up, but I ain't talking 'bout no groceries
And if you can't keep up with the knowledge: that's unfortunate
I dont need no approval my nigga, no endorsement
You know I be running these tracks like a sportsman
Michael Jackson, moon walking on my competitors
Nigga got too much to say like etcetera
I guess I need a talk show like DeGeneres
Now put your hand to your forehead 'cuz I'm the general