Progress

I been making so much progress inside
But tryina bring me down
My knees never weaken
I been manifesting
I aint going down no more

They mad at the progress
Seeing people that model the progress like I'm looking flawless
But while they is scheming I'm casting out demons. I'm making them vomit
I got that holy water, good news, and a little bit of conscious pastor
I'm not the only martyr who felt all the stones they tossing last year
I know some people that pretty person but bones in the closet, cashmere
You bleeding when they lift you up
And Jesus was like Emmett Till
I need to fucking
But thieves always drink en spill
Fine line between that greed and all you need to make a decent meal
So why some people hungry still
Why do I feel like I'm an outcast in this country still
Why do these devils always haunt me still
Or whatever these emotions got you flaunting
You want something you ain't get from your pops, Will hugging Uncle Phil
Tiki torch judges snatching from they homes
He ain't at home till he got a throne
Don't take that much put a on
I'm here for the seat and the crown and the ring like it's my telephone
And I'm gone

I been making so much progress inside
But tryina bring me down
My knees never weaken
I been manifesting
I ain't going down no more

They on that goofy shit again
Who you you talk to
It seem like you watching too much tv. That content awful
Bodies on top of bodies stacking em up like waffles
All that content sticky. You wit me? That shit gon cost you
Rather see my baby in that ol apron booty colossal
Please don't make me pop you
Tell them who shot you
When it comes to rap Beretta's I got two
Better bet I got time. Got all of em watching
Now we bopping. Pass Bacardi we saucy
Now my baby bossy. She acting like it's an office
Up and down that pole. She making sure it's a profit
And I gotta keep that gold. Little glow in her pocket
What we talking bout? I almost lost it
Chadwick Boseman just died
And all these children scared shit
If it ain't bout lunch time
I hope my just bare with me. In the lair wit me
Writing hitters. I'm caught between getting rid of feelings or getting wealthy

I been making so much progress inside
But tryina bring me down
My knees never weaken
I been manifesting
I ain't going down no more

I gotta rap? Remind them that I'm not a rapper.
Oh you kept that already. Oh you're recording! No
Black woman. Who really stronger than black women
Having your back woman. Taking them hits to the back woman
Tired of this shit. Enough is enough I can't take more of this
The country is shit. Tired of seeing us dead on these streets
Stay on the front line. You on my time
No killing on my dime. We carry the team on our back, fine
And the Lord said he won't put more on us than we really can bear
But I don't know. I'm taking to much man I'm dying slow
I been on my knees crying "Lord please" no
Can't take more from me. And I wanna be free yea
the cops. the law. Gotta stop killing us yea
the ops round the block taking our men from us aye
Hashtag? How many more? yea I'm going mad
But they want that. Keep your head up. Yea I'm hella black
And I'm proud of it. Standing straight up. I ain't out of it
And I got fight left. Marching for them? Give us justice

I been making so much progress inside
But tryina bring me down
My knees never weaken
I been manifesting
I ain't going down no more