SECOND COMING

Motherfuckers having some etiquette
I don't got no manners, I kill shit and leave the evidence
Labels think that I'm a walking profit, my new testaments
A couple million needed on that estimate
And paid in Benjamins or I ain't settling

I got all the pre-requisites
Made it out the mud, I've had my share of all the elements
Took the longer route instead of clout chasing for relevance
Y'all the definition of that shit
I mean it definitely got its perks like resting in the sediment

I'm serious, I'll leave you pussies bleeding like a period
Delirium has got you talking crazy, I'm imperious
It isn't fair, oh, they'll probably bury me in pyramids
While you stuck in your weariness
You hear my name and fearing it

You better never talk to me about no fucking sacrifice
While I'm out in L.A., and my relationships all jeopardize
With family and friends, I cannot understand or justify
That I might lose 'em all to simply end up getting brushed aside

If you tried to read my mind
Then you would probably end up blind
Nauseous, sick inside your stomach
Scared and searching for a compass
There's no tears left for me to cry
I'm wrung out, and I'm dry
I can't let it be for nothing
It's time for my second coming

Motherfuckers being polite when I still lie awake at night
I tried to lend the world a hand, now I got scars from all the bites
Instead of buying something nice, I think I bought a hundred mics
'Cause every time I fucking spit, they either spark or they ignite

Now I don't take no hatred light
It's all personal, 'cause ain't no one as versatile
Stuck in fight or flight, tryna get my brain back to that terminal
See every bridge is burnable, they hoping that I'm merciful
I tell them it's affirmative, their damage irreversible

So I ain't showing no mercy, these people are so thirsty
They can't control emotions, so they'd lash out and go hurt me
Your moves do not concern me, 'cause you cannot out earn me
You're up my ass and on my nuts, you might as well come jerk me

I hold on to this money, I don't hold any grudge
My revenge is my success, it isn't blood gets you blood
I knew that I was different, so the world was destined to judge
'Cause I'll be climbing to a peak nobody else ever touched, Oakes

If you tried to read my mind
Then you would probably end up blind
Nauseous, sick inside your stomach
Scared and searching for a compass
There's no tears left for me to cry
I'm wrung out, and I'm dry
I can't let it be for nothing
It's time for my second coming