Black Sheep

Aye what's with niggas always shouting extra 'ish on the net
Say ya shootin' for the top and never hittin' the net
Best to stretch before the press because I'm coming correct
And I ain't even break a sweat on the court; and that's a light flex
Back on my bully it's like I never left
Took a break my social media had to decompress
Only those walk in love progress
The rest are left to mind the stress inside their mind
The size of Budapest
Gave all my dreams a reality check
Thru being broken by my lonesome in a pit of duress
I swept the dirt from out my rug and got cleanin' the mess
And now I focus on the treasure hidden deep in my chest

Mic check one-two, one-two
And it's the Black Sheep coming painted lighter in wool
We in the belly of the beast and here to feast on the wolves
So if you timid get to steppin disrespectin' the rules
Mic check one-two, one-two
Let's back into the age of knocking beats in the booth
We keep it jazzy with the rhythm like we're stocked in the blues
And if ya hue don't match conditions then you outta the crew

Mic check one-two, one-two
Uh what-what, uh what-what, uh-uh, yea
Uh what-what, uh what-what, uh-uh, yea

Ain't ever bothered by these critics steady jockin' my moves
I keep it cool when I be runnin' like I Stella'd my groove
Ain't ever worried bout who's poppin' or the next whos-who
Bunch of actors that be cappin', who be tellin' the truth
You say you're cookin' up a hit - huh, yea that's cool
Paying out to get some clicks - huh, shit I know
You understand that when it flops - huh, I told you
That I don't think I'm on the same level as you
I take my time whenever spittin' never missin' a line
Remember days of doing white but I ain't missin' them lines
Till my time will come I'm only here to feed you the light
See people hungry for some substance here's an app you can type
Don't ever worry 'bout the critics nor the clout or the hype
Put my time into producin' while I'm kickin a rhyme
Know track gon' be a classic never aging like wine
So when you speak the name RAA
More than King I'm a God, uh

Mic check one-two, one-two
And it's the Black Sheep coming painted lighter in wool
We in the belly of the beast and here to feast on the wolves
So if you timid get to steppin' disrespectin' the rules
Mic check one-two, one-two
Let's back into the age of knocking beats in the booth
We keep it jazzy with the rhythm like we're stocked in the blues
And if ya hue don't match conditions then you outta the crew

Mic check one-two, one-two, uh
Uh what-what, yea
Uh-what, yea
And we ride