Indecent
I found my path before I found out who I really was
Middle school shit I hung with crips but we was really blood
Establish if your passion is really love or just really snug
You think shits sweet the honeys stinks so is it really buzz
Couple niggas fuck with you but ask yourself why
I hope they care while I'm around don't wait til after I die
My mamas struggle will not go in vain
Comfort while I'm going thru my growing pains
And fuck fame but they will know the name
Game over
Surprised I managed to stay sober
Life's a bitch I know I can't hold her
I had math sheets and mad heat I wrote in the same folder
Swamp raised with ass next me I'm the same ogre
Fiona lapped up with Lafonda looks like something good
Calculating commas with no drama is well understood
Y'all clinging on to false realities than casualties
It's sad y'all caring more about Wakanda than your fucking hood
Excuse me if I hit a nerve but that's my purpose
Cuz my service is superb that doesn't make me a servant
I'm here to encourage so all my fucking people can flourish
Cuz nobody's perfect but nobody's worthless
Rapping better than niggas isn't enough
The passions in your hits but the culture isn't in touch
Some of the best rappers I know are giving it up
But the difference in this picture is me not giving a fuck
I can't sit around while lyricisms benched for the bass
My soul established such an intricate taste
It wasn't meant to replace
I can see the devil shifting his face
But some mistakes were never meant to erase
But now I'm blacking out so much in the studio I be passing out
The road to this success ain't in question I had to map it out
I living what I rap but you cappin niggas just act it out
My last amount of chips on the table and I ain't crapping out
They tell me I got talent but I chalk it up to pain
And you know it's going well when they don't talk to you same
I'm a heathen if I'm beaten lick my gashes if I'm bleeding
From the mud they call me Dirty for a reason aint no sleeping nigga
If you ahead of your class then guess who teaching nigga
If opportunity's knocking my shit is breaching nigga
Getting so much exposure that it's indecent nigga
If you ain't about achieving what's your reason nigga
Middle school shit I hung with crips but we was really blood
Establish if your passion is really love or just really snug
You think shits sweet the honeys stinks so is it really buzz
Couple niggas fuck with you but ask yourself why
I hope they care while I'm around don't wait til after I die
My mamas struggle will not go in vain
Comfort while I'm going thru my growing pains
And fuck fame but they will know the name
Game over
Surprised I managed to stay sober
Life's a bitch I know I can't hold her
I had math sheets and mad heat I wrote in the same folder
Swamp raised with ass next me I'm the same ogre
Fiona lapped up with Lafonda looks like something good
Calculating commas with no drama is well understood
Y'all clinging on to false realities than casualties
It's sad y'all caring more about Wakanda than your fucking hood
Excuse me if I hit a nerve but that's my purpose
Cuz my service is superb that doesn't make me a servant
I'm here to encourage so all my fucking people can flourish
Cuz nobody's perfect but nobody's worthless
Rapping better than niggas isn't enough
The passions in your hits but the culture isn't in touch
Some of the best rappers I know are giving it up
But the difference in this picture is me not giving a fuck
I can't sit around while lyricisms benched for the bass
My soul established such an intricate taste
It wasn't meant to replace
I can see the devil shifting his face
But some mistakes were never meant to erase
But now I'm blacking out so much in the studio I be passing out
The road to this success ain't in question I had to map it out
I living what I rap but you cappin niggas just act it out
My last amount of chips on the table and I ain't crapping out
They tell me I got talent but I chalk it up to pain
And you know it's going well when they don't talk to you same
I'm a heathen if I'm beaten lick my gashes if I'm bleeding
From the mud they call me Dirty for a reason aint no sleeping nigga
If you ahead of your class then guess who teaching nigga
If opportunity's knocking my shit is breaching nigga
Getting so much exposure that it's indecent nigga
If you ain't about achieving what's your reason nigga
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Writer(s): Candell Shaffer
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