[Verse]
Funeral service I'm down for watching a party die
My black Air Force energy came in a perfect size
Glorifying murder all the time and won't hurt a fly
The way we send that, you might want to sit close to Kai
Truthfully, the endgame is near all of the coaches lie
Fashion in a weird place now, they dressing like homeless guys
Based on the complexion it could feel like rules don't apply
A game full of I-O-U's and R-O-I's
Seeing you leave an imprint, they forcing you to improvise
Wе close to the hip and you know it, check on your lowеst spine
I just left the laundromat now I'm left to unfold the lies
Don't only speak when it's bout the chicken, they let your vocals fry
Relationships are compromised, I'm competent I comprehend
The higher ups move like the clan, your bank account they chiming in
Kind of got a ring to it don't it? Is you a boxing fan?
The only time I fuck with pigs is when I'm bout to cop again
Selfishness and split shows, who really gives a damn?
They tell you you should flip on your dawg and stick the land
Encourage all the youth to be junkies, hit the 'Gram
Made it, now you need a TikTok hit, "Nigga, dance!"
They been wearing Chrome Heart to cover their bad hearts
After a long day work they finally take their mask off
I hate how they did Nip', you see how they whacked Dolph
Your hometown's a death wish, the culture is at fault
And I'm not saying don't make slide music, I do it
I'm just saying if you tell them sell keys, fine tune it
Or tell them what you really spending all your time doing
They looking at you like a conduit
It's like you got to be ignorant if you want to speak to the masses
Hidden agendas are everywhere like English classes
I hate that all the gatekeepers gave out their secret passwords
Now every nigga and their baby mama think they rappers
Phony handshakes in all white parties, I hate the structure
And we wonder why these rappers on pills 'cause they suffering
Have you hemmed up? I can't get accustomed I'm moving upward
I think it's time the fake jewels on 'em get readjusted
Flexing on niggas don't build up muscle
It's not enough Craigs and way too many Chris Tuckers
The West Coast culture never buffered
Don't act like there wasn't a time when everybody who rhymed
And made beats wanted the secret formula and found out it was Mustard
"Shit, you better catch up, nigga"
Label this verse your credit karma
Culture is currency, street credit in the 700s
At least go gold if you going to be out here just leprechaunin'
I come from the bottom, bitch, but I've been upper echelon-ing
Type shit, I should make all of you pussies kiss the ring
Felonies, a DJ couldn't even make my record clean
From a place where it ain't even safe to dream
Buck 50 chiseled off their self-esteem
I never trust a bitch who wake up and she call me king
Spent a hundred on the Chamberlain, off the hook, Kareem
[Outro]
Yuh
And the nigga talkin' 'bout
Niggas talkin' 'bout "It's sleepy music"
You niggas just ain't woke enough
Stupid ass niggas
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