Ignorance Is Bliss

Yo
Check it

First and foremost
Just know
There ain't no love in this game
I had to sacrifice my pleasures for pain
I pray above that I'm sane
'Cause when you buried
They'll stumble over your name
Need my flowers
Before heaven has to grant me a plane
Stayed on my own two
People fold
Even though they told you
Shaped or molded you
But the hate comes from the locals too
Behold the truth
Even though it's scary in fact
You gotta show and prove
Ya stamina's stacked
I don't complain over plaques
I think I'm stressed, vexed
And need to relax
Before my heart dares to give me attacks
This isn't vaguely a rap
I still suffer
When I buffer these tracks
Miles away from my mother
Feel like I'm doubling-back
But if I do
I'mma lose sighting
I'd be a fool
Put it down in writing
Life is a school
With infinite assignments
Some days
I only hear me crying
But one day
I'll know I'll be a motherfuckin' giant

Yo
The streets don't respect you
Until you six feet
These shawties only undress
When you get checks or receipts
It ain't really that in-depth
But the method is too deep
I'm suggesting that
This shit is too messy to be complete
I don't do beef
Y'all lost me for playing sides
Y'all fruitcakes
Niggas sweet like a pumpkin pie
Talkin' 'bout it's do or die
I watch these niggas cautiously
With two eyes
Y'all started me again
Should be a sin
How I move wise
I utilize my thoughts to spill
Can't coincide
With all this harm and guilt
Y'all frauds oughta kneel
To my godly build
These broads bawling out
I oughta chill
Peace to my niggas Waqar and Adil
I really love y'all for real
I feel like dudes just watch me
But don't support
Claim they too real
Let me be honest
You niggas dorks
The shit I reveal
Will make laws abolished
When sent in court
That nigga Zeus ill
May Neptune and Triton
Give up they skills

Yo
The deal is
You speak of loyalty
When you still switched
Annoying me
I need to use the kill switch
Like real shit
If my name in ya mouth
Like Will Smith
I won't even slap niggas
I'll rap a filled-diss
On a little disc
I feel sick of giving earnings
'Cause niggas still switch
When they turning
That's how it is
When they concealing burners
I spit a verse, regurgitate a sermon
Nowhere near a perfect person
But I washed ya skills
With my first detergent

Motherfucker