The Cause
Hi how you doing
Hope you doing pretty good i'm chilling
Now i'm bout to introduce yours truly
The nigga everybody representing awfully
Full filler for the mission of a lyrical bully
The better new rendition of a certified rookie
Incapable of dealing with a critic lawfully
Ignore the competition cause their shit is
That's me woke up in a sea full of emotions and
Some of them are deadlier than normalized abortion
(uh) got a lot of fakes i see but some of them are hidden so
I polarize in caution
It took a lot of time but then i realize the notion
The evil that I've become is an organized proportion
Stemming from the horrors of a traumatized forgotten kid
In the midst of a formalized divorcing
Studies have shown
You give a kid a lot a trauma he gon be a problem
You put the evil right inside of him thinking the good part of him
Is gonna fight off my nigga he's a problem
Using evil as a coping mechanism
Imma save you the trouble and tell you
Motherfucker he's a problem
Never been a victim of giving up on a daily
You dish up on a plate he gon eat it up that's a problem
(huh) that's right ain't much left now i gotta go right
All these bitches that's looking for trickin
I gotta be honest i left em on sight
If you my nigga but don't got your eyes on a business
My nigga go get you a life
I been living off wrong all my whole damn life
No shit now i gotta right now i gotta get tight
Get in tune with the light
The bright side of me is the truth in the lie while the dark side
Of me using tools in a fight
I might get a yacht just to prove it ain't luck
Cause these niggas don't like when you
Cruising in life (huh)
If you can't understand what i just said
I just said either way i ain't losing the fight
I really never wanna introduce myself
I let the madness in the booth goddamn
Introverted as it gets ooh i am
Might fuck around and hurt your feelings ooh my bad
I'm sorry but i never got to prove myself
The raps and rhymes that i do improve my health
If u ain't really like the shit i said
Or did tough luck that's who i am
That's enough of the talk lot of bitches get lost in the sauce
Imma save you the trouble of thought
Cause you gon need to through with the album
Huh bitch
Hope you doing pretty good i'm chilling
Now i'm bout to introduce yours truly
The nigga everybody representing awfully
Full filler for the mission of a lyrical bully
The better new rendition of a certified rookie
Incapable of dealing with a critic lawfully
Ignore the competition cause their shit is
That's me woke up in a sea full of emotions and
Some of them are deadlier than normalized abortion
(uh) got a lot of fakes i see but some of them are hidden so
I polarize in caution
It took a lot of time but then i realize the notion
The evil that I've become is an organized proportion
Stemming from the horrors of a traumatized forgotten kid
In the midst of a formalized divorcing
Studies have shown
You give a kid a lot a trauma he gon be a problem
You put the evil right inside of him thinking the good part of him
Is gonna fight off my nigga he's a problem
Using evil as a coping mechanism
Imma save you the trouble and tell you
Motherfucker he's a problem
Never been a victim of giving up on a daily
You dish up on a plate he gon eat it up that's a problem
(huh) that's right ain't much left now i gotta go right
All these bitches that's looking for trickin
I gotta be honest i left em on sight
If you my nigga but don't got your eyes on a business
My nigga go get you a life
I been living off wrong all my whole damn life
No shit now i gotta right now i gotta get tight
Get in tune with the light
The bright side of me is the truth in the lie while the dark side
Of me using tools in a fight
I might get a yacht just to prove it ain't luck
Cause these niggas don't like when you
Cruising in life (huh)
If you can't understand what i just said
I just said either way i ain't losing the fight
I really never wanna introduce myself
I let the madness in the booth goddamn
Introverted as it gets ooh i am
Might fuck around and hurt your feelings ooh my bad
I'm sorry but i never got to prove myself
The raps and rhymes that i do improve my health
If u ain't really like the shit i said
Or did tough luck that's who i am
That's enough of the talk lot of bitches get lost in the sauce
Imma save you the trouble of thought
Cause you gon need to through with the album
Huh bitch
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