Drop

They talk of walls, but can't build a picket
I reserved a seat, but didn't use my ticket
I got another new trend, can you dig it?
Who says the fun has to end?
We can we swig it

I'm self maker, self starter, going for the glory
I make my own life, and I write my own story
Catch me on the magazines rising to the top
I hit the ground runnin' and I'm never gonna stop

I'll be drippin' in gold, but not with you
I got a blunt in the back or maybe a few
I'm working on myself, and I'm working on my people
I got 7 rings, not a church or a steeple

Adhere that's it's me who won't get stuck
I got some more tape so you're out of luck
They wanted more beef so they said, "cluck cluck"
Hanging words from some cloth from their truck
The liquid, it bounds
The real eyes I've found
I realize I'm sound
The kilo and pound
Much to impound if I get this out
They lockin' people up just for an ounce
Even if they ain't smell, they grab it, they pounce
So believe me when I tell you that you gotta bounce
The flower, the labor, the seed, the hemp
For power, your neighbor, the weed, to attempt
To capitalize on the slavery tides
To shove us on boats, we ain't ask for a ride

Chillin, and I'm feeling kinda alright
20:20 vision with the dreams in sight
I drink a little just to feel alright
To party with the homies, that's a real good night
We get so caught up in the work,
The hunger in our body, it twerks, twerks, twerks, twerks
To feel the rhythm, to feel the beat
To jump on this ride
To feel another seat
To complete our destiny
And that's why they're testin' me
Don't have to give a lesson me
Thank God, 'cause he's blessin' me
Don't have to have the recipe to have a good life, yeah
Just learn from the pain, and take in strife