Homework (feat. $wami the Prophet)

I run laps around these niggas, Like Tyson
But keep it faint
100 out the gate, they know I'm straight
Track speed
Always brought my people to the cream
I'm watching Thrilla in Manila
What's a don to some kings?
I saw the world for what it was
Asking why every whip got a picture with some doves? Stay above
See a different scene than what you love
You need a sign? Can't be shy to transform like LaBeouf
I-95 I'm on a drive
And if you scoring how I'm scoring, gentleman, they out in 5
Learned from mistakes of my peers
Not for bodying what's clear, but not facing your fears, I know it's rare
Cause I be in the school working with these kids
Seeing them wear the same clothes but they parents fly as shit
It's what it is
And savior of the moment it depends
I carry a certain aura, until then I ascend
...

Don't let me put my mind to it, really settle in
I brought my demons with me, through the back is where I let em in
No rook, I'm veteran
Always ready to get it in
Who you think better than?
I know I'm just better man
Shaking up the game before I go out
Promise to shift blame, take aim
This shit finna be a blowout
I told em pop out to the show out
It feel like it rain every time a nigga go out
Don't ask why I don't go out
Niggas ain't playing fair
Some niggas break bread, and some don't like to share
Some will take it off your plate, boy you better be aware
Eat quick
Let these women ride the wave until they seasick, yea
Then walk the plank for my love
Tell me that's overboard, that's if push come to shove
Uhhhh
God damn, treating vices like hugs
Fighting through the water, trynna keep your neck above
Yes sir



Credits
Writer(s): Ventine Richardson Jr.
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