Opportune

If you need a message, and hunting down up for the prophet, gone catch em he in the morning
In the morning
If you feel its tension between yall, and its past squashin, gone catch em he in the morning
In the morning
Just know that he got that heater on em, and that's facts
On moms, he hot, he steady scorin, check the scoreboard
If u need a message, nd hunting down up for the prophet, gone catch em he in the morning
In the morning
It is what it is, nd not what it wont
Ain't cuttin no corners, just preachin the funk
It is what is, it don't what it cant
niggas still bluffin, nd still in the way

Why tho
Why we still try tho?, failure is optional, see how you lie doe
Why we still bluffin, say you 18, and you grown, should get hit with a combo
Still fuck nd dashin, aint savin shit, bussin hella ass, tu pronto
Ain't even gone flex, yo passion for the lust, is the reason they never will, condone
Personalities, of yo past, the ones you be cheesing for, all on yo ass
Staging disrespect, and treatin you bad, you don't deserve, to be involved into shit
That could put you into harm way, appear in the trash
Need to consider yo family, wen the white, slim man, in a suit come ringing the bell
He thought them folk was comin, force em to tell, So he ran out the back
Fuck family, well
Intentions correct, Do that make him rebellious
Do it make him way less of a man that he put 3
Fat rip, holes in a stellion,-- honk boi ned
And he aint lookin back
Family strip, strung, torn, unattached
Cause them greedy muthafuckas, put one in each one of they hats
When they was searchin for hatch, shit, the shit would of went smooth
If he was chíto, relax, aint no bargaining that
Every associate in attendance, can agree to not disbar, or sidetrack
Got a crib wit' a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall, I'm a fill it up wit plaques
Not at all, sell myself to his dispatch
Never will I go, and sail myself, down the wrong river
Before I go trade hope for that rope, I deliver
But there's been a seismic shift, I felt the earth, and it quiver
From the sneak diss,from the ones, who lack a pot to piss, in, over what bitch

If you need a message, and hunting down up for the prophet, gone catch em he in the morning
In the morning
If you feel its tension between yall, and its past squashin, gone catch em he in the morning
In the morning
Just know that he got that heater on em, and that's facts
On moms, he hot, he steady scorin, check the scoreboard
If u need a message, nd hunting down up for the prophet, gone catch em he in the morning
In the morning
It is what it is, nd not what it wont
Ain't cuttin no corners, just preachin the funk
It is what is, it don't what it cant
niggas still bluffin, nd still in the way