Reckoning

I wonder if I was born a sinner or became one as the days passed
We ain't here to hate life watching all the days, last
Are we try'na make right, are we try'na make cash
You be on the side lines, we be on the main land
Romance running through the slash of the neck
Open gunning for the lasting respect
Mantle bumping how I blast with the bang

Everything I'm motherfucking doing has a reason
Even when I wake up, even when I'm sleeping
When the moon comes out, when the sun starts beaming
I don't give a fuck nigga I'm still dreaming
I'm the illest motherfucker that you'll ever fucking listen to
Chills down your spine, that's a sign that I'm coming through
All these people animals, I think I need another zoot
I'm coming back this time, I'm in a hunting mood
I'll give her the splash in masses, take the hash then gas it
I'll take all the ash then dash it, that your man? I'll smash quick
I'll take all the lash, then lash it
Take all the stash, then pass it
Take all the nasty nasty, taking the drastic actions
I had a dream I was running the country
and then woke up. It was a dream. I was running the money
and then woke up. It was a dream I was hitting the tummy
And then woke up. It ain't a dream. I'm just try'na be something, in a world full of nothing
That's why we fucking talk like this
That's why all my zombie brothers walk like this
Eyes full of nothing, dunes full of drip
Uns full of grassy, gloves full of grit
Silly trash lassy, try'na master my lit
Chilly blast blassy, in the middle of the zip
It ain't Marco Polo, if you ask me I don't know bro
I be chilling in the whole of the ozone with my pogo
The way I level up, it's like the world is in slomo
The way I level up it's like I'm living in a dojo
All these Mojo Jojo's, try'na do me like a dodo
But I never gave a fuck, I enjoy it on the low low
You're looking for a soul bro?
Some thing's you'll never find
Some things they can't reside in the vessel of a samurai

I wonder if I was born a sinner or became one as the days passed
We ain't here to hate life watching all the days last
Are we try'na make right, are we try'na make cash
You be on the side lines, we be on the main land
Romance running through the slash of the neck
Open gunning for the lasting respect
Mantle bumping how I blast with the bang
Man still jumping for the last of my rank

Thinking you the man, until you meet the better than
There's always levels darker of this shit, we call it melanin
Sometimes life is a little bit unsettling
Just because you want it doesn't mean that it's the reckoning