[Intro]
And maybe where I go, I can take ya all the way
Does that mean I'm only loyal if we stay the same?
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Get angry
Gang in handcuffs for possession, shit wasn't even crazy
Just a couple uppers (Uppers), 'case I'm feelin' lazy (Okay)
Called in back up (Yeah), what you insinuatin' (Okay)
World tour, encore, I seen many faces
And every single one of them had they own stipulations (On god)
Rules and regulations (Yeah), doubts and hesitations (Uh-huh)
A blueprint for heaven's grace when overstimulated
[Chorus]
Yeah, just say thе word
All of that justice, you gon' get what you desеrve
Meet on gridiron, full speed, I'll knock 'em down, uh
Hit the weight room, he on the field just runnin' round (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Get livid
She can't live her life 'cause she just found out how I lived it
I'm talking wash basins, we filled up in the kitchen (Okay)
Took boiling water up the stairs and don't you even spill it (Okay)
Developed how to mask all those intense feelings
So I could finally bag that baddie in the True Religion
Spat game, got the digits, now I'm frozen senseless
Not the 'tism, see, the crib got my abuser in it
[Chorus]
Yeah, just say the word
All of that justice, you gon' get what you deserve, uh
Meet on gridiron, full speed, I'll knock 'em down, uh
Hit the weight room, he on the field just runnin' round (Uh)
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Get here
I'm not here to invalidate on how you feel
Mass incarceration, that shit was really real
Your folks went minus 40 years, how you even deal?
Either fightin' rage or racism
Shit I did for signs of that escapism
Only made my hate bigger
Every line we did reminded us that we was hate victims
Trapped inside a room with no expressions 'till it turned inward
Liable to face that river, trauma dumpers crashin' out
Flip the truth around like he Sportacus in Lazy Town
Take that shit and bounce 'fore I pounce
Don't fuck with me now, nip it in the dirt
'Cause, nigga, if she get hurt
[Chorus]
Yeah, just say the word
All of that justice, you gon' get what you deserve
Meet on gridiron, full speed, I'll knock 'em down, uh
Hit the weight room, he on the field just runnin' round (Uh)
[Post-Chorus]
Fill me with desire, then he launch me to the party, ayy
World at my disposal, think I love bein' an artist, ayy
I'm in simulations where I'm no longer the target, ayy
Ponder my performance, but it gets me till tomorrow, uh
Fill me with desire, then he launch me to the party, ayy
World at my disposal, think I love bein' an artist, ayy
I'm in simulations where I'm no longer the target, ayy
Ponder my performance, but it gets me till tomorrow, uh
Fill me with desire, then he launch me to the party, ayy
World at my disposal, think I love bein' an artist, ayy
I'm in simulations where I'm no longer the target, ayy
Ponder my performance, but it gets me till tomorrow, uh
Ponder my performance, but it gets me till tomorrow, uh
Ponder my performance, but it gets me till tomorrow, uh
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