Y'all blinded my greatness, I showed you the real
Y'all sided with fakeness, all timing you atheists
Cause y'all forgot it's God's timing, all diamond and bracelet
Without you chart climbing Satanist
I'm still getting my Dougie on, my Brooklyn bro get his gully on
Mink Scully on, money's my funny bone Outside of the publishing, no telling what
we on I remember Jay saying truthfully he be common
But dropping albums like commons, B should be common
That's deep homage, the Benz Amon is almond The same color as I'm in rock cause I'm a
street shaman King Dominic, walking out of one of those
casinos Smiling, hundred rolls of c-notes, where I'm
from is violent Long stems at a shooter's funeral
That's the only guns and roses we know Y'all niggas wildin'
I'm in this life to better myself Bumpin' pox, so many tears till I shed on
myself I thought the cheddar could help
Love money instead of my health * the cheddar, forever put health ahead
of my wealth Real, I still get green but * be secondary
I'm reaching my dreams by any necessary The love I get from the family is legendary
You're all I ever need, word to meth and marry, yeah
This * is crazy, thorough zine Enough of all that fake ass *, let the
thorough scene This a block thing, set thing, burp
thing We made something beautiful out of a hurl
scene Yeah, this * is crazy, thorough zine
So many thoughts in my head, sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy
From the past to what's happening lately Up to the maybes of the future, I'm used to
My wheels always turning, no days off, Ferris Bueller
I maneuver with a smile, but the manure is getting wild
My forty-something-year-old self dealing with things like this, I'm used to it, I'm used
to the things I blew through as a child Bury friends, shotguns, sold drugs, dealt with
fiends Robbed stores, * whores, this all before
seventeen What a horror scene
Why that good boy get exposed to all them horrid things?
A straight-A student, but Ray-Ray's shooting That day they hooptie, so I'm ducking cause
a stray ain't choosin' You four, you better get your butt up, shenanay
booty Y'all wonder why I got anxiety, I'm quietly
fighting demons Got me not wanting to coincide with society
Cause this fight in my mind, it got me tired entirely
But the fire in crooked eyes shines a light that inspires me
Sympa-visor to my God, he gets high off sobriety, man
Liquor retirement is highly unlikely for somebody like me
I need the numbin', y'all keep em coming This schnappsweet must be peach or somethin'
Baby, this beach is stunnin' Meet you someone, get money and don't be high-key
If I wasn't rappin', I wouldn't have a IG Just had a burger and drink from my favorite
Japanese spot And jumped on my Kawasaki
Man, y'all ain't get that
This * is crazy, thorough zine Enough of all that fake-ass *, let the thorough
scene This a block thing, so I'm not gonna be
set thing, burl thing We made somethin' beautiful out of a hurl
scene Yeah, this * is crazy, thorough zine
Yeah, this * is crazy, thorough zine