DXXI (feat. Vin Jordan)

Uh huh
It's Righteous
(Mo, this the one)
Yo

I did a lot but never hated, everything premeditated
Figured out life with logic, emotions separated
It don't even matter if I never make it
I'm still trill 'cause I know the solid ones gon be celebrated
Even when they left me for dead, I stayed dedicated
Only one semester of college but stayed educated
My game elevated, now lames devastated
Give a fuck how you feel, I'm just tryna remain Ella's favorite
That goes for Kodie too, you couldn't walk in homie's shoes
I be the first to go to bat for my niggas like 42
Really, I gotta Glock 42, and a Glock 40 too
I do what I'm supposed to do, never made a phony move
What is that really worth tho
Hand me a 9 and I will hurt foes
Add em to my workload
I came up in the hood, never felt like we was dirt poor
But pops did whoop me and bro for playing in our church clothes
But I can't recall any unhappy Christmases
Or any birthdays not having gifts and shit
Yo daddy issues is you and yo daddy business bitch
Prefer my back against the wall, so they can't stab me in the shit
I'm from the home of the milly rock, we move militant
You ain't gang, just affiliated, you Wu Syndicate
I tell 'em catch up when they tell me I'm too intricate
I ain't boutta dumb my shit down 'cause you ignorant
Niggas depend too much on beats, I ain't feeling that
Producer carry the whole song, like where yo skills is at?
"Nah my shit bop, it's a vibe" son you for real with that?
When you say that shit, all I hear is "bro I can't really rap"
And that's sad to say the least
You niggas just keep playing, I play for keeps
I pray for Ukraine, I pray for peace
But if it's war, just know my shot automatic like Klay from deep nigga
Listen, I done been a heat gripper, a ki' flipper
I done been a piece hitter, a P' pitcher
Pretty much did everything in these streets nigga
And never called myself a street nigga
Righteous

It's V.I
Uh

I needed room for my meditation
All them setbacks and pain was my education
Had to take it on the chin
All that underlying anger had to make it to a grin
Look, I never lose sleep over who breaking in the wind
I mean they always getting naked when you winning
It's fatal when you sitting, stand tall on these niggas
Made a entrance '92, cassette tapes and vinyls
Jordan in the Finals, Biggavel and Jiggaman my idols
It might've influenced the vibe, but what do I know
Uh
Major never minor, get it lasered in ya mind
I mean I made it out the maze, you know the labor overtime
Demeanor got 'em questioning my poetry
All that rage you been crazed with, I know it's me
Uh, it'll never change how I go to sleep
Every different strain by the OZ
Just got a new bed, Posturepedic, cozy
You don't really know shit, ya nosy
I'm Euro stepping thru the pressure like Ginobili
Old shooter in the gym like Mobley
Vision like Moses, so all the parts you see rosy
It's V.I

(Mo, this the one)