Back against the wall/
Kill em all/
If they get involved/

My paint brush on sun soo/
Bitch I’ll end em all/

You can't fuck with me
You like menopause/
Deathstroke with the metaphors/
Y’all bullshittin no matadors/

You call em bitches
I call em muses they get

They call em gold ropes
I call em nooses

Gotta know yourself
To know what your truth is/

We stuck on this rock
This shit feel like an illusion

Watch em hop up in that booth
Then go bend the truth man
I been at it for a min/
Mind ya business/
That’s the only we getting/
It ain’t easy/ game is ruthless/
Like n***a fuck what you proving/
Fuck politics and your movement
They choosing
Bitch I’m the man now

Why I’m a fearing myself “GOD”
I do not fuck with they system/
Want to get rid of my pigment/
Can’t let em take away my vision/
We going to the distance/
Love it all/
It all fades/
I ain’t riding y’all wave/
Stand clear and make way/
Hold up team on the prowl/
Whole team winning now/

I do not need ya applause/
I am not feeling you frauds/
I do not go on your mark/
Hope the people know
I done seen the lows/
I ain’t seen the top/
I just see the growth/
But we want em both/
Feel I’m getting close/
Use to want it most/
Stepped on rose
Here’s another dose/
I done learned the ropes
Tryna be the goat/
Got me fighting ghosts/

Take time with your life/
Do good with your rights/
Tripping off some shit the other day
Never pray for the weak
Cause the weak turn into pray
Now I’m lacking my faith
These days it’s pitiful
Drown myself in an O til it’s miniscule
Got shit on and ridiculed
And now I’m a finished you/
Fuck what you finna do/
Bullshit that you can’t evade/
Dimensions that you can’t escape/
Cutting the cards I’m dealt
Finessing the hands i played
I been sticking to my own pace