House of Mirrors

Yeah
Yeah

First off, I make every beat, I write every flow
I'm abrasive to people that won't let dry hedges grow
2021 everyone tryna cry, let it go
Y'all been actin' so petty up in your white petticoats, what?
You don't like me?
Come and fight me
You can find me
In a white tee and my three stripes, never Nike
Like "Goddamn, Adidas just come sign me"
Cuz I need some more money, some more income
I want 6, 7 figures and then some
Who needs friends? I don't think that I would miss 'em
But diamonds?
I want tons like dim sum
And I've been tryna show my wisdom
But I hope that y'all been knowin' that I don't condone my 'isms
Cuz there has been a growing shcism between me and all the industry
I think that I'mma kill 'em

Cuz I don't like these people in my face, oh no
I feel like I'm about to catch a case fasho
Don't you criticize me on my ways
My head's clear from the haze

Roses is red, violets is blue
Violence, it thrives in the red, white and blue
Why do I choose to not recite the news?
I'm actually focused on finding the truth
They got us addicted like Vicodin do
To selfies and wealthiness, diamonds and jewels
Don't buy a house, go buy a new coupe
They're poisoning the well, keep an eye on the soup
Look
Life gave me lemons, never turned 'em into lemonade
Feelin' like a rebel so I turned into a renegade
Y'all gon know my logo, it says "SPEAKS" within the letter J
Yeah, I'm kinda scrawny but a savage in the featherweight
I'm exceptional, non-impressible
He do it all himself, what a spectacle
In the dead of all this, I'm seeing pentacles
But where'd the devil go? I thought we were inseperable

Cuz I don't like these people in my face, oh no
I feel like I'm about to catch a case fasho
Don't you criticize me on my ways
My head's clear from the haze
I guess I gotta do it solo
I guess I gotta do it solo
I guess I gotta do it solo
I guess I gotta do it solo-lo-lo
I guess I gotta do it solo

The stress is catching up to me, I'm overheating
My girl keep on tellin' me "Jake, just take it easy"
I'm fuckin' trying, but all this shit I'm releasing
How in the fuck do these people still not see me?
Seven long years I've been making music, guess that all of that was just feeble
I tried to put out songs that you'd like, but you didn't, now that's why I hate people
So now I'm making songs that I love to make
I could give a fuck less if it doesn't take
Good music, good woman and the love is great
In bed, I get her wetter than a dozen lakes, woah
This a takeover, I feel like WACO
Jacob Koresh with a 30-round draco
Bleedin' put while I'm sittin' in my home
Defend my music to the death, a pistol to my dome

Cuz I don't like these people in my face, oh no
I feel like I'm about to catch a case fasho
Don't you criticize me on my ways
My head's clear from the haze
I guess I gotta do it solo
I said, I guess I gotta do it solo!