Intro

I mean I really don't know anymore
Stay true and be broke or, ya know

Is it for sale or is it not, my soul, live with it or do without
Gotta conform to be comfortable
Get down with the gang or they put you out
If you too righteous they take ya faith
In a day find another to take ya place
Don't bite the hand that feed ya
No rebellions from those who on section 8
They say to get rich gotta pay the toll
But that price on yo head is as good as gold
Try to rebel take a different road
Detour, you see niggas with hoodie clothes
Shots from they gun you deceased, ya
Another rapper at peace, ya
But the system moves on, ya
It aint no love in these streets
I'm at that crossroads should i rap
What i feel or make music to floss on em
Got a drip like im spillin the sauce on em
Fendi slippers, joan niggas with lacoste on em
One handing these hoes like i'm Moss
Every one of these verses gon cost
But if you my nigga it's free
No backwards thoughts Kriss Kross
I'm running out of options, my stomach nauseous
Scared of the fame, cuz it can get toxic
Move with precaution, don't wanna get boxed in
Music my child, but niggas adopting
This the synopsis yea
Im cooking up a concoction, conscious obnoxious shit like im Hopsin
But its less weird and we gon be feared, you niggas cant stop this
Equipped with the chopsticks, thats an AR
Reppin the A dont give a fuck who they are
Dont hang around if you know that you flaw
Dont infiltrate just to tear it apart
See i want a million but not a million followers
They either hate or they swallowers
Dont wanna check a nigga, they just Isaiah Olivers
Know niggas with falcons, thats them birds
These rappers just rap what they heard
These rappers just rap what they saw
These rappers get down with the law
These rappers im all on they head
These rappers, want all of em dead
These rappers aint rapping im wrapping like mummies instead
These rappers aint rapping im wrapping like mummies instead

Motherfucking Failure to Comply bitch
Take one