[Intro]
Yeah, haha
Shout out to Pro Era
From Beastcoast to the Midwest
Progress
47 sh**, you know we heaven-sent
So let me vent
[Verse 1]
Stop the f**ing beat, let me check em
Hit 'em with the rhythms like I got a Smith and Wesson
Bless up, hardheaded, never settled for lesser
I spit it, leave 'em smitten, in the city where they hustle
That West Side, living life on the other side
Where them dealers thrive, and they rob you blind for a high
Yet we still alive, but getting sicker with time
So close your mind to all the lies
The revolution won't be televised
Ahh, I got to feeling myself
I got to show 'em with the poems how we k** it so well
Basquiat when I'm locked in my thoughts
And it never stops, but I got the rock
And I'm not gonna drop my shot, so goodbye
f**ing rappers, dumbing down the ma**es
I see it happening, no shots I'm just asking, read the facts
And don't let 'em wax you out your f**ing soul
They gon' do it all for the gold
But I just want my story told so let these lyrics unfold
That piscine flow constant, pipe dream nonsense
You know how many rappers want this too? Be honest
So what you bringing to the table son
I shake these fakes out the game and take my place
On the throne of kingdom come
I'm as real as people come
Know I'm not the only one
Looking for the holy one
Sick of seeing homie's gunned, down
For stupid simple sh** that could've been resolved
They don't care when we're involved
So we don't give f**s at all
Hood children, never knew no white picket fence
But I got the sense to know that dollars and cents
Won't make amends, get it how you live
We all just be trying t survive
And some of us like to chill, but some of us like to ride
When they ride they carry a nine
I advise you stay out they line
When you end up on 59
Just don't take it as a surprise
Getting agitated, sick of waiting, I want the money fast
See my homies flipping packs, wonder how to get to that
But momma cousin got 40 for that sh**
I don't need to live that life, 'cause I'm gon' make it with the pen
I'mma win, I'mma sinner and I know I'm getting bigger
And the winters feel like blizzards when you heart ain't sh** but slivers
But we never shiver, never waver, I'll never save her
She can thank me later, when her daughter say I'm her favorite
I ain't f**ing famous, my team ain't on no magazine
I ain't in no limousine with the team, but a man can dream
Uh, Mic Nonsense b**h
f** outta here