Chapter 1

Niggas wouldn't listen when I said that they should
This year niggas gotta die how I said that they would

That mean D Man
Montana
Dowdy
And even Trotty
Shooting at ya eyes from 3 sides and I scream Illuminati

They always get the shit wrong
Always try to write me off like I'm just angry and I'm making all of these diss songs

And I can tell that y'all not us
Don't let me get the bread
Cause all the shooters getting cribs on the blocks that they shot up

Y'all niggas like to act hard
Y'all was some dancing niggas Turned city wide rap stars

I love to pop my collar boy
Don't think that I forgot that a lot of y'all niggas was Dollar Boys

And I don't know exactly what I gotta do to y'all
To stop you from embarrassing yourselves up on the scoop hall

I'm trail blazing for 3 miles on concrete tiles
Retired Mr. Jackson back when they burned all of my police files
But Meanwhile
It's not enough lemon pepper seasoning for all of these niggas freestyles

They called my cousin a rat
That's the reason you hate us
When Will quit on some niggas
They said that D man would save us
And Chris was broke as shit
Wasn't Des even a rapist
Ain't that nigga still alive
That's how I know that y'all the fakest

May 12 shawty said that I got trust issues
She know too much already Now I can't fuck with you

Y'all faithfully give in to all the make believe
And all these people wanna be like Dominique and Jayda Cheaves

I'm stressed out cause it hurt when niggas killing ya
That's why I don't got the time to idolize the Durks and India's

Niggas steal my lines I'm extinct I know where the parrots are
Bitches fake spiritual
Pray to crystals and tarot cards

I got some homies still out here that's cooking up for fiends
I can't do the same I got babies looking up to me

I could have 30 niggas around me all holding bananas
Don't need to sell grams when I'm well established with my grammar

My pen amongst the heavens look
Don't think I forgot
I remember everything that the devil took
I gave y'all niggas all bars don't need eleven hooks
My verses belong in the Bible as the 67th book

I seen a body it's a shame cause I don't know the man
Prolly wanted a better life but died in a Philly clothing brand

Left without his hoodie his sneakers and his pair of socks
That's the risk of walking outside with Jordan's and paradox

I'm not the rose that grew from concrete
I'm the clover grew from cocaine
So many snakes on the plane
That I quit flying to ride the soul train

I can't stop until niggas want autographs
They stop and ask me
Then I go home to put more of them boys in Versace caskets

I don't fuck with y'all
It's a couple hits that I called off
When ya homie die you supposed to blow up not fall off

These felonies is like my sugar disease
Cause it feel like a nigga always gotta die to beat these

And I don't need another teacher telling me bout public speaking
Cause truthfully the difference between you and me
Is you giving out Ted talks I write for niggas eulogies

And I ain't got no big homies to put me on
I look around and I look up and I realize they all gone

My niggas don't even know that I live a double life
If she in the passenger seat she gotta duck when we go out at night

Fuck cole with the rest of these fucking clowns
If I'm betting on myself then I would never double down

Cause to all the homies that know me
Or niggas that got it out for me
If I'm betting on myself I put the whole house on me

These Niggas half assed
Don't even know what you believe in
If you stepping step correct nigga
I'm the poet for a reason