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I ain't gon' play with you Yeah, made this dope but it wasn't china white, I'm kind of nice It's kind of like Jackson, Jordan, Tyson when I find a mic I bake my own pie, you still tryna find a slice Sold your soul for an easy break, that's Elijah Price Line of sight through these niggas who missed the Glass reference Whole life I trained to be clutch, won't fear my last seconds Past lessons taught me how to get my bags healthy And I never had to blow like the brass section I just knew I would win as a hood kid But growing up in the projects was like them hood films Just more gory, I know some stories that shook limbs But this is why I'm hot, it's like I booked Mims A good kid in this mad city that's mad gritty Ask the locals, they'll probably tell you it's mad litty My bars be God level, they blasphemy With the punches, this kid blackin', Jack Dempsey Them stats empty, y'all disappear when it matters most They had a coach and still couldn't see me, it's like I had a cloak How I make these niggas earl, they ain't Manigault If you spoke up, you still couldn't have the flow Bad approaches with good time and they hook, line And sink to the bottom as quick as they blow Frown faces once they see the positions we hold Them bitches bent out of shape, Emily Rose, woah Songtexte In the middle of strife, I appear calm Same shirts that I stain with blood, I'll be wiping these tears on Don't steer wrong; I'm a felon, no rights but I bear arms Get flared on, I bet you thought you was fightin' Amir Khan The clear charm when I write with this vision, hard to recite it Same words that bounce off you in public scar you in private I'm hardly excited, you too plain, target the pilot Stand up niggas get hurt with they flag like Jonathan Isaac Your bars are misguided; established niggas selling mixtape slots To try to fix they spot, it's part of the virus We partly divided, when I spit, I give you that corner field You nothing like us, when I clutch it, make sure your Jordans peel For niggas throwing parties in prison who got that court appeal It's more than real, he's strong on the tier, but how his daughter feel? Explore the field, I ain't waitin' for faith, nigga 'Cause yesterday's run ain't gon' win you today's race, nigga Some brave gravediggers, yay flippers Campaigning on the ballot like Ye, nigga Tryna get this to eight figures, yeah I'm just tryna be great, nigga What they give us? My grass cut, I'm watchin' these snakes slither My vision splattered with blood My wife and children give me strength, guess I'm just a savage in love Remember, those who judge should never matter to you And those who matter would never judge I need closed caskets before open doors From where crackheads crack heads and open sores Where they killed for power until ghosts would form Homies, I'm supposed to mourn but Pardon this postpartum of this martyrdom where they're Birthed into a revolution that they never chose Grew up cold but I never froze Too much heat around me, no photosynthesis 'Cause when suns went down, sons went down Death was king and guns was crowned, murder was retirement And I screamed so much that sirens were watching But my end wasn't on no Mayan calendar Living was a fight and I'm a challenger Didn't shoot a pistol, but everybody knew my caliber Less nine millimeter, I was nine meters away from Millers Grandpa was a alcoholic It's hereditary, 'cause now I get cheers and raise the bar I don't know what to call it, couldn't care if I'm relatable Jake LaMotta without a dollar, I was made a bull Never too comfortable, though You can get made a fool on blocks where danger rules Alpo got murdered, the streets got paid in full I don't brag, I breathe I'm the man who made himself more than a Moor I inhale greatness and exhale murdered friends, sent from above The crime scene without a director's cut The street cinema where a history of violence turned to pain and glory Heavy is the head that was born to grasp the most This ain't even a poem, these are Ransom notes Aus Songtexte Mania