His-Story

They'll say they fuck with you still need months of convincing
Stop communication it's petty shit increasing the tension
Y'all move kind of funny can't say that I'm surprised
They couldn't even stand it when I would look them in the eyes
Sit your genitals on a light switch bitch fuck off
Work hard bringing people up they try to act like that's soft
But I always double up again they see who they've crossed
You actually work over workers it ain't shit to a boss
Outcomes I imagined but certainly not envisioned
But you could never leave a coward room for passive decisions
You leave me no choice I leave you no voice
I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see done
Damn
Like stop the noise
You wasting valuable time on a king that's really fucking poised
Sometimes I dream about the future Or maybe it's the past
But they're imperfect visions they could never really last
All I got are these moments I know you feeling my presence
Visions always show up don't go ignoring the lessons
First you find out how they tick they switch up in a second
That ain't perpetual movement craftsmanship need checkin'
Y'all do so much acting that we question your character
Sit on the fence so much like y'all ain't seeing the barrier
I guess we just over here and y'all not like us
So if you not paying money it ain't much to discuss
Like a freak on a cam show we gone let them see
I told my Mom I'm tryna change our whole legacy
Coming for the necks of all of those ahead of me
Make it where you can't pick anyone instead of me



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Robinson
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