Steez (Interlude)

Believe me
You cannot fucks with the steez
Saggin like I took a dump in my jeans
With a couple degrees, uh
Mom Dukes says it's stupid
But I do it just to prove that
It ain't mutually exclusive
It ain't dookie
It's the motherfuckin' loan interest accruing
I'm walking a little funny
Tummy a little rumbly
Mind busy wondering
Was education really key?
My major isn't Khaled's
Can't make a Jetski an island
Oh, hol' up I'm wildin'
That I tend to do
This country turns me into an ornery individual
My skin tone isn't tenable
My excellence is rentable
Punished if not amenable to limits you assign
I walk the street people think
What type of criminal am I
Just because I went to school to shoo a business suit and tie
In search of spiritual divine through these lyrical designs
On this spherical in time to salvage whatever's left of me
At the age of six, I developed telepathy
Maybe they just skipped over my black ass for the spelling bee
From then on I knew what they thought of me without them telling me
Little did they know that makes for high-caliber weaponry, yes
I will never have to carry a gun
Because I can forge bullets from the air in the lungs
And then spit them shit ridiculous the rarest of tongues
And get riddled thinking my style is wearable
Done
Uh

They don't get it
But they damn for sure will though, yo

You don't even know it
But you wanna steal it
Once you understand it
Then you won't fear it
So you don't wanna listen
But you gon' hear it
And you may not be hurtin'
But you gon' heal it, yeah

You don't even know it
But you wanna steal it
Once you understand it
Then you won't fear it
So you don't wanna listen
But you gon' hear it
And you may not be hurtin'
But you gon' heal it

Yeah
Yeah