I won′t

Be here when the madness balance out the hazards

Salary on the up, and my cup is leaking acidFacts

I be taxing when they plastic and not in my bracket

I'm racking and packing stacks up

Laughing to the teller at the bank

They acting like a muhfucka but they acting zealous and

I′m passing em with colors

Half of em not my fucking brothers

Half can catch a fucking slug

I bag when I tag

The rap game is mad fucking stagnant

Niggas like pageants

Now I'm the one for lavish

But none for none you bastards

You babble and you tattle on ya self

What a self-centered asshole

Bougie like the mindstate of Gucci-wearing primates

Cooler than the cryogenically frozen crime face, Mr Freeze

I do this with ease so eff you g

I ooh la la la like the refugees

And then I shoot my shot

On that Lionel Messi

While I skate through my block hair flying all directions

250 on my wrist

That ain't a lot

Two 50′s on my hip

That bring the cops

Move quickly through the shit and spot the opps

I been building out the gut like my pops

Had a feeling life sucked but I dropped it, stopped it

Dead it in it′s tracks

Then I shot the damn pilot

One is red

One is black

One is violet

Once you've learned to read you will be forever free

Once you′ve learned to see you will always be seen

Once you've learned to be you will never fear again

I′ve been down I look up

There's enough in my cup

Once you′ve learned to read you will be forever free

Once you've learned to see you will always be seen

Once you've learned to be you will never fear again

I′ve been down I look up

There′s enough in my cup

Once you give away you will never run low

Confined to fill time

It's a mind-blow

Once you get a sign you must always see the road

Dirt clumping underside of the world stone cold

I done been here many times, many lives even though

I can′t see why we have given up control

Rex seemed to think it would stem from the soul

But I see the beast as the force in control

Of the codes for the people given to em untold

I see the slow decay of the y-o-u-t-h

On my soul

Cause once they get the guns they will never have aim

I was like Drake on my nothing was the same

I was like the Wu but I never lost the juice

Tang

Made a lot of promises to never gangbang

What if niggas down the block talked to niggas west side?

(West side)

Would it stop? I don't know

I got a white girl calling it a juicy cock, I let it slide

When I saw that ass pop, nigga I was hypnotized

She changed my mind with our last stop in New York

You were vague, so tell me about the time

I like it blunt, like some rude force

Tell me what you′d do for it

Baby I could kill for it

Cut it with this new sword