Farewell Poem
Lavey
Man, these niggas ain't real
They tryna glimpse at my life
But my house made of steel glass
And yea it's mad funny
To dummies who turnt they back on me
Ain't no remorse coming
The reckoning is still bluffing
Yea
Cuz everybody think they tuff
Your words are like a lethal weapon
You can't back it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Uh
I don seen a lotta things from time to time
Rewind, my mind was in the gutter
No lie
So I needed the help
But nobody was there to reach out
Im talking friends homies and brothers
So I dug it out like a shovel
Rainy days we move in them mob huddles
I was the clever one underrated
You actin subtle
I prolly be reading news articles about the rap game
Or these frenemies who be actin like fenes
Yea
Cuz we at the ballpoint like pens
You butt hurt
But when I saw you
You ripped like paper
The wind got you deranged
I hit em, lyrical game
The diss track discrete
But outcome humane
Put it on my wall
Stuck like a thumb tack
You saying I don't got hits
But you don't have any tracks
So show the facts, no office max
You bout to relapse
I'll be boding till 42
I'm feeling like Jack (Jackie Robinson)
Yea
Man, these niggas ain't real
They tryna glimpse at my life
But my house made of steel glass
And yea it's mad funny
To dummies who turnt they back on me
Ain't no remorse coming
The reckoning is still bluffing
Yea
Cuz everybody think they tuff
Your words are like a lethal weapon
You can't back it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Look
I'm writing my own shit
I edit my own mistake
Save it and murder it
Cuz originally maybe you never of it
But this new reality
Made you dumb by the thrill of it
I know it's God's plan
To make em disappear into dust
Call me Thanos, got the stones
Making volcanic eruptions, uh
Man, these niggas ain't real
They tryna glimpse at my life
But my house made of steel glass
And yea it's mad funny
To dummies who turnt they back on me
Ain't no remorse coming
The reckoning is still bluffing
Yea
Cuz everybody think they tuff
Your words are like a lethal weapon
You can't back it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Man, these niggas ain't real
They tryna glimpse at my life
But my house made of steel glass
And yea it's mad funny
To dummies who turnt they back on me
Ain't no remorse coming
The reckoning is still bluffing
Yea
Cuz everybody think they tuff
Your words are like a lethal weapon
You can't back it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Uh
I don seen a lotta things from time to time
Rewind, my mind was in the gutter
No lie
So I needed the help
But nobody was there to reach out
Im talking friends homies and brothers
So I dug it out like a shovel
Rainy days we move in them mob huddles
I was the clever one underrated
You actin subtle
I prolly be reading news articles about the rap game
Or these frenemies who be actin like fenes
Yea
Cuz we at the ballpoint like pens
You butt hurt
But when I saw you
You ripped like paper
The wind got you deranged
I hit em, lyrical game
The diss track discrete
But outcome humane
Put it on my wall
Stuck like a thumb tack
You saying I don't got hits
But you don't have any tracks
So show the facts, no office max
You bout to relapse
I'll be boding till 42
I'm feeling like Jack (Jackie Robinson)
Yea
Man, these niggas ain't real
They tryna glimpse at my life
But my house made of steel glass
And yea it's mad funny
To dummies who turnt they back on me
Ain't no remorse coming
The reckoning is still bluffing
Yea
Cuz everybody think they tuff
Your words are like a lethal weapon
You can't back it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Look
I'm writing my own shit
I edit my own mistake
Save it and murder it
Cuz originally maybe you never of it
But this new reality
Made you dumb by the thrill of it
I know it's God's plan
To make em disappear into dust
Call me Thanos, got the stones
Making volcanic eruptions, uh
Man, these niggas ain't real
They tryna glimpse at my life
But my house made of steel glass
And yea it's mad funny
To dummies who turnt they back on me
Ain't no remorse coming
The reckoning is still bluffing
Yea
Cuz everybody think they tuff
Your words are like a lethal weapon
You can't back it up
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Whitfield
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