For My People

They think I'm a rapper, I'm the rapture
Why they quick to judge the cover
They want to skip through the chapters
Feels like my life keep moving backwards
I'm trying to get what I'm after
I'm numb to all the chatter
My spirit wont let them break it
I know God giving me answers
They gone hate you when you better
I stay away niggas jealous
I got brothers from the 7
I wont smoke bitch I'm inhaling it
Keep my secrets, they telling quick
Bitch, when I was down I ain't complain
I redirected to presidents
God sending me blessing look at my life
You'll see the evidence
Backwoods looking like
The trunk on a elephant
RIP to Kels, as a kid seen him wrap a brick
Trap baby, you'll never know
If I don't tell you shit
Lowkey nigga, learned that from listening
Niggas will try to back door
But me I don't be feeling shit
I cant love a bitch
I know they be on some wicked shit
I'm focused on the pape
Beefing ain't in my interests
But if its life or death
I'll be here to witness it
My devils dancing with angels
My conscious getting entangled
I break the rules out of anger
I thought my life wasn't dangerous
Niggas got that Fetty high
Think you can bang with us
Smoking angel dusty, but
This shit a better drug
'Paved Sound' Nigga what?
Had to get it out the mud
Now they want to show me love
At the top got to watch them
Cuz they plotting trying to jug
I got tunnel visions cuz

Once you start to be one with yourself
You start realizing a lot of shit
Like, why the fuck I'm around all these motherfuckers
And we get no money together?
I can't even be around motherfuckers no more
If we get no money together
Like fuck these bitches
Let's get this money, nigga
Let's get this money, nigga
These hoes don't rule the world, nigga.
Money do!

Whispers come from my conscious
Nor God or Satan
Bitch the money talk to me
You just got time wasted, punching the clock
12 mad, make us do hand raises,
Unpredictable niggas make them ask who raised us
The opposite of privileged, Ain't to much in our favor
When you born in a city where pollution make the paper
Motor city, better know about my city, I'm the Mayor
Joy Road nigga on the phone with the Taylors
How you want to see my die, I'm the savior
Bitch I'm God sent, neighborhood villains
Since the projects, niggas was throwing hands
Now niggas sending shots back
Lean cups and Xan's, Ant gave me the contact
1800 the shot caps, devil hit my line quick
To tell me blow yo mind back, fucking with my chill
I might add him to my contacts
God hit my line told me think about the setbacks
Niggas want to take me out the game
Like a deathmatch, I could tell you things
But, I finally got my mind back
I live on the road to the riches, Its a fine path
I got niggas really in the streets taking bloodbaths
I know real dealers hit my line i can plug that
I niggas bitches I don't wonder where the love at
I know bitches grew up without morals
How you cuff that?
Had to think twice about my circle
Like a double-back
Niggas turn snakes, got me watching
Who I love back

This for my people at the bottom
Don't you ever give up you on your way
Nigga I promise (aye)
This for my people at the bottom
Gotta keep yo head high, we gone rise
Nigga I promise (aye)
This for my people at the bottom
Dont you ever give up you on your way
Nigga I promise (aye)
This for my people at the bottom
Gotta keep yo head high, we gone rise
Nigga I promise

Look real shit, let me ask you a serious ass question
Like, how many motherfuckers you know
See what you got going on and ain't doing shit
To help you reach a level? Ain't nobody around
You really trying to help you reach that level, man
You feel me? But when shit starts hitting the fan,
Motherfuckers going to come around like,
Oh, this oh, that day one. Like, what, nigga?
Move the fucking around, nigga
Nigga I got this shit out the mud, nigga
You ain't moving one finger, nigga
I did all the movement, nigga
And money move me, bitch