Unorthodox
Unh
As a boy, I asked myself if I was ready
The life you 'bout to live gon' be exceptionally heavy
The rooms that you walk into gon' be filled with much objection
The world gone make it harder to just look at your reflection
('94) God threw some extra seasoning inside the crockpot
And when my Dad injected semen in, it made the block hot
My Mama busy nursing
Her and Daddy steady cursing over the family dinners
Left us awkwardly conversing
I stayed by my boombox, rap CDs in my shoe box
Guess I was a mix between Riley and Huey from Boondocks
Was too smart for you to get by, still too cool for you to sit by
Then life put me through hell so then I started to get high
Mama always working so she barely was around
I was 17 when they put my brother in the ground
Right after that divorce, man life showed me no remorse
Sometimes I wonder how I managed to stay the course
Got some bloody education, trauma filled my concentration
Made it through university taking up communication
Take you back before the graduation dancing with our caps off
I crafted a makeshift closet studio to get my raps off
Writing essays and verses, studying recording my ass off
Got too used to seeing hearses
This circus will knock ya cast off while the wound is healing
These instrumentals peeling back layers of traumas
I could stack 'em up to the ceiling
Feeling like chaos is probably close to home
Like adjacent to danger is probably where I belong
Don't need no fucking hand out I'll get this shit on my own
If it ain't about the money then please do not hit my phone
Life done made me too hard
These wars done left me too scarred
But I might still be in 'em cause my shooters never too far
Niggas be perplexed cause I'm too much like myself
Money hungry, probably care a little too much 'bout the wealth
Bumping DC, Nas and Wu-Tang before Future and 2 Chainz
Obsessed with Mortal Kombat whooping ass with Jax and Liu Kang
I was the one they always liked more
Growing up I had to fight more
God added too much shine, they be trying to dim my light more
But as a boy I told myself that I was gifted
Verified way before these apps ever existed
If balling was illegal then I'd probably be convicted
It's crazy how the clout come with the outcome I predicted
But I'm still restricted, I want a residence on the sea side
But never get it twisted, I'm still the president of the BeyHive
No fables in my tale, yo bae chasing my tail
They trying to take my soul but my soul just not for sale
Unh unh, get somebody else to do it
Ha
As a boy, I asked myself if I was ready
The life you 'bout to live gon' be exceptionally heavy
The rooms that you walk into gon' be filled with much objection
The world gone make it harder to just look at your reflection
('94) God threw some extra seasoning inside the crockpot
And when my Dad injected semen in, it made the block hot
My Mama busy nursing
Her and Daddy steady cursing over the family dinners
Left us awkwardly conversing
I stayed by my boombox, rap CDs in my shoe box
Guess I was a mix between Riley and Huey from Boondocks
Was too smart for you to get by, still too cool for you to sit by
Then life put me through hell so then I started to get high
Mama always working so she barely was around
I was 17 when they put my brother in the ground
Right after that divorce, man life showed me no remorse
Sometimes I wonder how I managed to stay the course
Got some bloody education, trauma filled my concentration
Made it through university taking up communication
Take you back before the graduation dancing with our caps off
I crafted a makeshift closet studio to get my raps off
Writing essays and verses, studying recording my ass off
Got too used to seeing hearses
This circus will knock ya cast off while the wound is healing
These instrumentals peeling back layers of traumas
I could stack 'em up to the ceiling
Feeling like chaos is probably close to home
Like adjacent to danger is probably where I belong
Don't need no fucking hand out I'll get this shit on my own
If it ain't about the money then please do not hit my phone
Life done made me too hard
These wars done left me too scarred
But I might still be in 'em cause my shooters never too far
Niggas be perplexed cause I'm too much like myself
Money hungry, probably care a little too much 'bout the wealth
Bumping DC, Nas and Wu-Tang before Future and 2 Chainz
Obsessed with Mortal Kombat whooping ass with Jax and Liu Kang
I was the one they always liked more
Growing up I had to fight more
God added too much shine, they be trying to dim my light more
But as a boy I told myself that I was gifted
Verified way before these apps ever existed
If balling was illegal then I'd probably be convicted
It's crazy how the clout come with the outcome I predicted
But I'm still restricted, I want a residence on the sea side
But never get it twisted, I'm still the president of the BeyHive
No fables in my tale, yo bae chasing my tail
They trying to take my soul but my soul just not for sale
Unh unh, get somebody else to do it
Ha
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