MAKE UP YOUR MIND

It's ns from the suburbs acting like they hard
Talking bout y'all, forreal, sis and all
Y'all be pale as hell talking bout that darkness
Acting like the hardest
You don't have the chops or the market
Looking like you shop at a target
I write without effort i'm an artist
You gotta use the-saurus
You need a couple seconds to conform to the genre that's the largest
That's prolly why your shit sound like garbage

Yeah, I gotta couple issues
Can't catch up when I run need a tissue
Ain't gotta rhyme, but try to rhyme a little
Acting like a victim but your life be like a picture
And you hang out with your sister

You ain't being real tho

You ain't got a bill fold
Ain't gettin paid need venmo
Navigate the world like elmo
You ain't gettin called... uhh why you gotta cellphone?

Make up your mind
You willing to fight?
You hard or you soft?
You street you do crime?
Make up your mind
Winning the fight
Pick up the pieces when it don't go right

Speaking 'bout the struggle but you really know wealth
Why you actin like you had to work for yourself?
You ain't know the deal
(Don't)
Go without a meal
(Only)
Know how it feels to make a dollar then steal, like

Quit the acting, actually stop rapping
Or rap about how to ration xanax for frats or do taxes
Or go call your dad and blue badges
Y'all really don't like blacks who do magic
Just had to go dilute our whole fashion
Cuz we got the truth that y'all lacking
Real talk it's rude so stop capping

Even took words like cap like stop laughing
They take everything
Ain't gotta mind for themselves steal anything
Married to money with bells and a wedding ring
Don't know how to get it so they take from the melanin