Stainless Vendetta
Y'all so pathetic
All aesthetic and so synthetic
I'm an open letter
Don't hold vendettas I'm copacetic
Word is bond
Like the Pope had read it
Don't trust snakeskin
Gotta watch the cobra shed it
I feel better
A sheep in wolf clothes is still clever
I can always smell when it's real leather
Ma say I'm lazy
I know I'm a go getter
I don't make no cheddar
But I am a flow setter
Ima leave the trends to y'all
Hit a bench pr
Lift people up from where the trenches are
We get hurt
Ain't no time for us to mend the scars
Third string getting ready when they bench the stars
Got some white friends
Thinking that we starting a clean slate
Same opportunities to make the same handshake
You understand we been slighted by the man
Ain't the same as being black
That's something you can't translate
I'm trying to do right by myself and my family
I need respect
Y'all take the Grammy
I speak truth some of y'all get the language
I pour liquor for the pain and the anguish
Those in dirt who pop with the stainless
Unarmed blacks who can't remain nameless
They got it bad so I'm trying to do good
Play this song one time
And roll through the hood
Ya flow lack the fire
Relax ya tired
I notify you when I got no tracks to wire
The coldest cat for hire
I promote shows
The light post melt when I attach the flyer
No black Messiah
Judas in plain sight
The high school kids
Smoking Buddha in stained pipes
Enjoy it while you can
This thing called life put a foil in ya plans
Now you loyal to the man
We was kids
Watching that Cousin Skeeter
Now I look at how we sinning
I wonder if heaven seat us
To dope beats and rhymes
Is what I pledge allegiance
Don't listen to the bullshit
I know that the reverend feed us
I live my prophecy
I believe that
Nobody should ever die for me
Cuz I'm who got the penance to pay
Put my heart in every sentence I say
That's real talk nigga
I'm trying to do right by myself and my family
I need respect
Y'all take the Grammy
I speak truth some of y'all get the language
I pour liquor for the pain and the anguish
Those in dirt who pop with the stainless
Unarmed blacks who can't remain nameless
They got it bad so I'm trying to do good
Play this song one time
And roll through the hood
All aesthetic and so synthetic
I'm an open letter
Don't hold vendettas I'm copacetic
Word is bond
Like the Pope had read it
Don't trust snakeskin
Gotta watch the cobra shed it
I feel better
A sheep in wolf clothes is still clever
I can always smell when it's real leather
Ma say I'm lazy
I know I'm a go getter
I don't make no cheddar
But I am a flow setter
Ima leave the trends to y'all
Hit a bench pr
Lift people up from where the trenches are
We get hurt
Ain't no time for us to mend the scars
Third string getting ready when they bench the stars
Got some white friends
Thinking that we starting a clean slate
Same opportunities to make the same handshake
You understand we been slighted by the man
Ain't the same as being black
That's something you can't translate
I'm trying to do right by myself and my family
I need respect
Y'all take the Grammy
I speak truth some of y'all get the language
I pour liquor for the pain and the anguish
Those in dirt who pop with the stainless
Unarmed blacks who can't remain nameless
They got it bad so I'm trying to do good
Play this song one time
And roll through the hood
Ya flow lack the fire
Relax ya tired
I notify you when I got no tracks to wire
The coldest cat for hire
I promote shows
The light post melt when I attach the flyer
No black Messiah
Judas in plain sight
The high school kids
Smoking Buddha in stained pipes
Enjoy it while you can
This thing called life put a foil in ya plans
Now you loyal to the man
We was kids
Watching that Cousin Skeeter
Now I look at how we sinning
I wonder if heaven seat us
To dope beats and rhymes
Is what I pledge allegiance
Don't listen to the bullshit
I know that the reverend feed us
I live my prophecy
I believe that
Nobody should ever die for me
Cuz I'm who got the penance to pay
Put my heart in every sentence I say
That's real talk nigga
I'm trying to do right by myself and my family
I need respect
Y'all take the Grammy
I speak truth some of y'all get the language
I pour liquor for the pain and the anguish
Those in dirt who pop with the stainless
Unarmed blacks who can't remain nameless
They got it bad so I'm trying to do good
Play this song one time
And roll through the hood
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ekwuaju
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