Wrong Superstition

(I knew ya)

Baba had to wait for The Drop
I feel like V. Vaugh
Clowns put on a show
To no applause
Too much pride to let bygones be bygones
Take a look on top the hill you bouta die on

Calling niggas lazy cause they don't got cheese
But you only started flexing after PPP
You on the wrong superstition

If you stressing bad bad not good
But never once tried to showed you his pad? It could
Just be the wrong superstition
And that nigga just gon be missing
Poof! Gone magician

After he get the kitten
The worlds on wack
The only non nuclear
Is the bomb ass blacks
And we can't trust the fam
We can't trust our land
Now we scarring our own backs
They stand and watch
Every time we getting glam with the
Brands we cop
Unite the culture but we disband the love
Cause the darker that you are
The whole world gon shove you
Try to rise above but your own blood gon judge you?
How you feel the struggle on the day routine
But call the black sisters ugly
And the white ones Queen?

You on the wrong superstition
Tell you momma bout that opinion
Let's switch it up

To all the racist whites
Saying that they don't see hues
But you can't rep a black flag without the white and the blues
Bruh that's the wrong superstition
Cause you not rocking with mission

Hello Hello Hello Hello
White America
If my choco melanin
Is not front of your line of vision
And my dogs get whipped
Only John wicks can ease the tension
So flood your stories with your gram posts
If it makes you sleep at night
And dream about elitist whites
Trust, I'm not judge cause I look at Rich black to strive after
The difference is, their money is theirs and not passed on by Massas

Seeing through the world with those foggy ass glasses and ingrain tactics
Those Old church Catholics
They went Godspeed to demonize my blackness
Labeled as a curse, but blessed by my actions
My body, my lips, fetishized to the tip of my ooooh
She only dating rich niggas? Ooo
She on the wrong superstition
She sees your presence as a business
And she need a promotion

We know they're other fish in the ocean
But she's fishing for gold bars and stars
With ice all frozen
Hoping one day that they may pop that Trojan
Then her belly and her purse on swollen
Head aching cause the baby make a commotion
Now you popping ibuprofen
And her iPhone broken
And her nails aren't done
And when the kid is eighteen she's gonna try take more funds when the divorce come
Gotta keep it solid when your life's on waves
If your homies only gas you up when you get paid?
They on the wrong superstition
They In ya pockets looking for commissions
To get they ends
And they posting on the gram how they got they spends
And now they G friends
Shouting out the deity Ren
Could be the right superstition
I pick up the mic and recite a new religion
Check in with ya minister

Praise to Ren Cinema
The Pen pinnacle
Ten out of ten out of ten rap listeners
Recommend a nice hardy blend of uhhh
Riud and Cinema
Before your balanced breakfast
It's important to be the freshest
Coming off as high mighty
A Tid bit
But not a lot of niggas can smite me
A Smidget
Try to slay me on this Horse I stay high on
Take a look around the hill I'm bouta die on

Parents with the kid who's depressed
They detached in a trance
So you take away they Gameboy advance
You on the wrong superstition
You on the wrong superstition

So Judge cause they practicing Voodoo
Bro that's you dude
Same god, the one you're used to
Is the wrong superstition
Well could be wrong superstition