Third I
Famous niggas do anything just to keep a placement
They sign a deal to get put in locked in and stuck and cages
Devils treat you like circus niggas y'all entertainment
Whites rich off of black culture
That's slavin' ain't it
But speaking truth get you killed god
That's dangerous ain't it
No backing down like I'm nick cannon
Like yeah said it
Fuck a sell out
Don't need your papers
Don't need your leverage
What is epic
When epic records get made
Niggas will roc a fella they turn they selves into jays
Then look at the aftermath
After inter scoping the waves
I've been Jesus
Wait
I've been great
Wait I levitate through the ways they manipulate
Fake religiously
Take abundantly
Food off of they plates
Then pass it back what they ate
So specific
All I hear is bout filthy riches
And fucking bitches
Can't wait till it all switches
Shit is senseless
Fucking up all the younger senses
Keep a distance
From a rapper with tunnel vision
Open up heavenly gates ugh
Keep that shit closed for the fakes ugh
I know the shit sweet as cake ugh
Validation by the taste ugh
Fuck it I see your life set In stone
Name is carved in it
Niggas sleepwalking
But think they woke
Bitch you far from it
Build a militia after this song
Bitch I might just
Air this bitch out before I'm gone
Bitch I might just
I ain't nothing like you artist so I move different
Head towards the sky's I see the stars different
I know that they gone say this not the right move
Since I got a r&b project I'm dropping soon
I was a rapper nigga
Before a singer nigga
Artist friends try they best to try to change a nigga
Versatility stuck in my veins
It's problematic you stuck in your ways
It's problematic I due to amaze
It's systematic you stuck in cage
Intimidation is only a phase
The fear of god
Is when I'm up in the place
Mama told me break a leg
I broke a leg off
For the family for the blood
I break a head off
I ain't the type to be cocky like who is next
But I still ain't met a rapper who is neck to neck
But what the fuck am I saying I'm living check to check
And still don't got my respect
But still I'm trynna flex
Such evils
Happen to my people
How cannot teach them
Musics my way the reach them
God
They sign a deal to get put in locked in and stuck and cages
Devils treat you like circus niggas y'all entertainment
Whites rich off of black culture
That's slavin' ain't it
But speaking truth get you killed god
That's dangerous ain't it
No backing down like I'm nick cannon
Like yeah said it
Fuck a sell out
Don't need your papers
Don't need your leverage
What is epic
When epic records get made
Niggas will roc a fella they turn they selves into jays
Then look at the aftermath
After inter scoping the waves
I've been Jesus
Wait
I've been great
Wait I levitate through the ways they manipulate
Fake religiously
Take abundantly
Food off of they plates
Then pass it back what they ate
So specific
All I hear is bout filthy riches
And fucking bitches
Can't wait till it all switches
Shit is senseless
Fucking up all the younger senses
Keep a distance
From a rapper with tunnel vision
Open up heavenly gates ugh
Keep that shit closed for the fakes ugh
I know the shit sweet as cake ugh
Validation by the taste ugh
Fuck it I see your life set In stone
Name is carved in it
Niggas sleepwalking
But think they woke
Bitch you far from it
Build a militia after this song
Bitch I might just
Air this bitch out before I'm gone
Bitch I might just
I ain't nothing like you artist so I move different
Head towards the sky's I see the stars different
I know that they gone say this not the right move
Since I got a r&b project I'm dropping soon
I was a rapper nigga
Before a singer nigga
Artist friends try they best to try to change a nigga
Versatility stuck in my veins
It's problematic you stuck in your ways
It's problematic I due to amaze
It's systematic you stuck in cage
Intimidation is only a phase
The fear of god
Is when I'm up in the place
Mama told me break a leg
I broke a leg off
For the family for the blood
I break a head off
I ain't the type to be cocky like who is next
But I still ain't met a rapper who is neck to neck
But what the fuck am I saying I'm living check to check
And still don't got my respect
But still I'm trynna flex
Such evils
Happen to my people
How cannot teach them
Musics my way the reach them
God
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Writer(s): Christopher Johnson
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