Genesis
Listen
You a artist or a activist
Pick one
How do you find your happiness
When shit get done
I find delight in results
Like Biden did with votes
I got infinite terms
Not elected its earned
I'm bodying these tracks and it ain't fair
Same way they selling bodies on Wayfair
Why so serious Seals
Don't take it there
This shit getting nuts
Better grow a pair
Shit get swept under the rug like old dust
Nobody takes the blame, many answers they owe us
So many gems in my mind it's like a gold rush
And when they mention paint
A nigga soundin' like the Cold crush
This the product of applied pressure
This what you call divine setup
Instead of giving up, you don't let up
If that back door don't got no knob
Then it's a setup
Adversity in my face I sidestep
You don't kick it how we kick it
Your shit wide left
I don't flex like all of my shit the livest
Cause reality a hard pill to digest
Still in the trenches
I swoop ru up out the projects
It ain't about where you at physically
It's all about yo mindset
Babies gettin' hit by stray bullets
We ain't made no progress
The real change gonna happen within
I'm being honest
Fuck the questions time to find answers
No more asking for permission
Free mex out the slammer
I never lived in fear even
Too busy gettin' ample
But we gon' make outta here
Pardon my country grammar
I'm ridin' round my city and my windows ain't got no tint
Wit 2 mill worth of art in the trunk
I swear look like an easy lick
It ain't no necessity but I do suggest it
I ain't worried bout no static I got good reception
Don't triad and that's word to austo
We Got ammo by the bulk like we work at Costco
I got hitters on deck like I play for the cardinals
I spent a fortune on my rollout shit like 30 car notes
This shit here for takin
Look at the time you wasting
The play don't care who make it
I was lost all in my thoughts like why I ain't on
Shit is crazy
Outta all the shit I went thru I could've folded
But I embraced it
I was trapped in that dorm room
Now my studio Hella spacious
Still post on Jesse Jackson
But I won't stop till we get acres
I'm bout to buy some vacos on the north cuz it's plenty
If you know like I know
They try to gentrify the city
Kick you out ya home and move you all out to the county
If you Black in America on your head is a bounty
And ima speak my mind therefore I'm an easy target
If I don't die an Artivist I'll probably die a martyr
You a artist or a activist
Pick one
How do you find your happiness
When shit get done
I find delight in results
Like Biden did with votes
I got infinite terms
Not elected its earned
I'm bodying these tracks and it ain't fair
Same way they selling bodies on Wayfair
Why so serious Seals
Don't take it there
This shit getting nuts
Better grow a pair
Shit get swept under the rug like old dust
Nobody takes the blame, many answers they owe us
So many gems in my mind it's like a gold rush
And when they mention paint
A nigga soundin' like the Cold crush
This the product of applied pressure
This what you call divine setup
Instead of giving up, you don't let up
If that back door don't got no knob
Then it's a setup
Adversity in my face I sidestep
You don't kick it how we kick it
Your shit wide left
I don't flex like all of my shit the livest
Cause reality a hard pill to digest
Still in the trenches
I swoop ru up out the projects
It ain't about where you at physically
It's all about yo mindset
Babies gettin' hit by stray bullets
We ain't made no progress
The real change gonna happen within
I'm being honest
Fuck the questions time to find answers
No more asking for permission
Free mex out the slammer
I never lived in fear even
Too busy gettin' ample
But we gon' make outta here
Pardon my country grammar
I'm ridin' round my city and my windows ain't got no tint
Wit 2 mill worth of art in the trunk
I swear look like an easy lick
It ain't no necessity but I do suggest it
I ain't worried bout no static I got good reception
Don't triad and that's word to austo
We Got ammo by the bulk like we work at Costco
I got hitters on deck like I play for the cardinals
I spent a fortune on my rollout shit like 30 car notes
This shit here for takin
Look at the time you wasting
The play don't care who make it
I was lost all in my thoughts like why I ain't on
Shit is crazy
Outta all the shit I went thru I could've folded
But I embraced it
I was trapped in that dorm room
Now my studio Hella spacious
Still post on Jesse Jackson
But I won't stop till we get acres
I'm bout to buy some vacos on the north cuz it's plenty
If you know like I know
They try to gentrify the city
Kick you out ya home and move you all out to the county
If you Black in America on your head is a bounty
And ima speak my mind therefore I'm an easy target
If I don't die an Artivist I'll probably die a martyr
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Writer(s): Brock Seals
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