Dead Justice

Yo, looky here, VENT Chapter 3
You feel? Y'all here, y'all tuned in
I hot Black Lion on the beats
I got Scooch on the mix
You know I'm the MC
Listen in, feel?

Ay, I'm thinking, I'm growing up
I believe, yeah, that I'm the one
But I mimic, yeah, father son
And I know the smoke hit my lungs
But I prep for when winter comes
Yeah, I know I will save for some
I don't need no pat on the back

This is dead justice, I'm in this for justice
Run me non-fiction, I ain't with the snitching
I'm stuck on this job, yeah, I gotta go mop
Sweep up the spot, make perfect for shots
I know that it's not my life, but

It get me my money now
I try to go hold shit down
Now they think that I run around
But I write while out in town
And I go, yeah, and paint this down
But I ain't tryna go run around
Save my town, I don't need me no fucking crown

This anonymous tip, be brief with gift
It's not for that clout or to give you some loud
It's all from my heart, I will make this shit last
I know I did wrong, but you stuck in the past
Unlike my class, valedictorian, I would stand up, get a loud clap

I know that my pop, yeah, would shake out his head
"You know you better make up your mind
You gotta go back, yeah, and rewrite your script
You gotta make due, follow through, so you
Make true something new to you"
I'm tryna get you to understand me
I'm not that much different
I just change my diction
Run me facts, yeah, I ain't with the fiction

Lately these raps got me way too dismissive
I try to stay back while I prep up my soul
I know that there's things I can't control
I gotta get it before I turn old
Get it, I told you, I run with the whole
Boojie since birth, yeah, my gift is my soul

I got my own bedroom, yeah, I'm feeling grown
Been livin' for hours, I know that I'm home
Been feelin' real love since locked in the womb
I'm writing my life, I ain't cappin' on that
I gotta face facts like I'm black with the tat
Yeah, my face match, now I'm attached



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