[Intro]
Chamber Musik is making me rap. I'm at a table like it's a conference. And I ain't got no raps. I'm about to kick album sh**
Yo, I'm not going nowhere
Not going nowhere
Y'all I'ma be right here
I'm not going nowhere
I'm not going nowhere
Sometimes I feel like I'm falling
Same time I feel like I'm soaring
Feel so confused like I'm poor but I'm balling
Heart getting dark like it's night but it's morning
Rap was exciting but now that sh** is boring
E'rybody b**hing 'bout it, e'rybody talking
E'rybody rapping now but this sh** is my calling
Call him, ask the father, I will bet a fortune
He'll say he made for the babies and the orphans
For the forefathers that are now inside a coffin
For the people lost in the source and
For all the ladies that absorbed all the pain from abortions
Huh, yeah, what?
Am I'm nauseous
Course it's cause I feel so exhausted
10 years no job, never hit the office
Never had a boss, just boss chicks
Toss thick shawty's in the air
Cute as Halle up in Swordfish
Gorgeous, but I feel morbid
But I still talk sh**, often
Sick flow, coughing
Crawling, walking
Jumping out the window, I'ma spit till I'm a corpse
After that I'll still continue
I did larceny, arson
Ransacked apartments
Then went to church and asked God for a pardon
I feel like I'm starting to lose it, the music is stupid, it's garbage
I hear all the carbon
Copies, sloppy, I'm probably a target
Of F.B.I., S.T.I., cornered the market
This is my house, wipe your shoes on the mat before you dirty up my carpet
You should feel awkward
Trying to see me, I'm the darkness
That's like a shark to a dolphin, it's smarter to forfeit
If we go to war? sh**
I'm like a swordsman and you like doorman
You'll lay dormant
Sleepy, feed me, my blood is pouring
All on the beats and you can see it's my calling
Call 'em, ask 'em
Back when Maccaulay Culkin was Home all Alone when I was causing
Problems, writing, rapping, pausing
Growing up, getting back in it and I'm the Source
I'm the Vibe, I'm a Rolling Stone, XXL
My first album is dropping and I know it's going to sell
Huh, huh?
Yeah
I'm not going nowhere
I'm not going nowhere
I'm not going nowhere
I'm not going nowhere
Yo
They always say I'm not a people person, stealing people's purses
And spitting out evil verses, no need to delete the curses
No need for rehearsing, I'm speaking on purpose
I'm squeezing and bursting
This nina I purchased, but I'm squeamish and nervous
You see how I'm swerving on a road of people observing
I feel like a burden
I got the world eager and yearning
For something deeper so I'm turning on the heat when I burn 'em
Believe I've been working for seven days a week I've been working
I started tweaking, now I'm converting to Jesus and churches
Tried to cop a key so I could cop the keys to Suburbans
We're dealing with third but, now it's like I'm healing for certain
I keep trying to drive this rhyme, but it keeps on occurring
They always say I'm not a people person, cause I keep it personal
Business is first, anyone bursting me, hurts terminal
Curtains, he turns purple like Grimace
I serve permanent ditches for herb n***as and b**hes
I'm nocturnal, his vision is not personal
Listen, I pop burners
The heat it could pop kernels
To fire like hot furnaces
n***as is not learning
I'm 'bout to stop hurting these verses
And drop sermons, the world will stop turning
Yep!
[Sha Stimuli talking]:
Oh sh**. My Soul To Keep. In your stores. I'm sitting here rapping. For y'all. Sitting down. Ain't sh**. Know what I'm saying? That's how we do, like a press conference man. Except I ain't taking no questions. Buy the album. I'm getting the f** up out of here. My Soul To Keep! It's my soul, but it's your album. Buy it