[RALI: Verse 1]
You ever felt like every time that you get up out seat, people watching you?
Think they hate your guts, but they never even talked to you?
Seen who you used to be? Know who you became?
You're feeling close to fame, but you're so far away
Look in the sky, like a scientist; blind as sh**
Searching for the answers to my questions, hope I find them quick
Why is it? Everywhere I go, I gotta pay a different toll
For every debt that I acquire, with a fine tip pen
And a light skin girl, with some nice lips
Thick a**, nice hips, slim waist, cute face, nice tits
Mean walk; thinking she a queen, but the sh** ain't what it seem
So she try to hold on to n***a, like some vise-grips?
But still, I eat the sh** that's on my plate
n***as really love me, but in public, they just love to hate;
Behind closed doors - same dudes same pressing play on my sh**
Tryna ride on my dick
So I just tell them dudes
They can get up off my dick, before they get pregnant
Cause these n***as love to talk, then they switch subject
Like, "Did you hear that n***a Sheed? I heard he weak."
Faking like they hit delete, while them n***as hit repeat
See, wolves run in packs, and b**hes run in fleets
What them b**hes don't know, have them jumping out they seats
I guess their thinking in the back of their mind, I shouldn't be able to fly:
Aerodynamics of Bee Flight
So they just hate me when they see flight
Gritting their teeth like, it's a piece of meat stuck in their teeth
I branched out; these n***as been leaf-like; wreath-like
Seasonal, feasible, meat sliced
But I'm rare like a over-done ham, in a mosque in Arabia
God's in the making here, and I ain't gotta fake it
If I'm lying, let God strike me down while I'm saying this
I'm probably the most intelligent mind in your radius
Never been babied
Never been baby-ish
Got up on my grown man
n***as acting lady-ish
False hope? Lost dreams? Big cars? Big screen?
Man that sh** ain't what it seem, so I just sit back and breathe...
Can I breathe?
(Man... I just want to breathe man... Baby, get me some water... Thank you.)
[RALI: Verse 2]
Where did I end?
Or, where should I begin?
As I sin, and I bleed from the ink my pen
And I think that my friends are my enemies;
My enemies depend on my sh**, like diapers
I spit like vipers; venomous
Snake denim jeans
n***a please...
I been bigger
While you little n***as
Pretend to squeeze triggers
Corporate thugs whisper sweet nothings in your ear
And you dig it like a b**h! Now you think that you legit?
How you know you ain't been fooled yet?
All that ice on your chain, you think you cool man?
These n***as p**y, boy they wetter than a pool man
Damn... I'm in the kitchen with the candlestick
You still ain't got the clue yet!
Haters are so fake dog
n***a, you ain't me
So how you gon hate
When you ain't even paid your dues yet?
I get these n***as excited; I'm like a new check
Cause they only get to see greatness once in a blue moon
Who knew? That swag sh** washed up like shampoo
P.U. - Cause I sh** in the booth, when I spit in the booth...
sh** in the booth
I spit in the booth like I'm missing a tooth...
I got these n***as aloof
You missing the point, cause I'm spitting the truth
RALI baby...