Verse 1
Holy water dripping
Only God can get this
I'm climbing ever ladder of this chamber of life
Material life is addicting
My n***as chained to these nikes
Give them some change
Buy some ambition
This is basquiat spitting
In the form of lyrical wisdom
I'm a peasant in a lyrical kingdom
I'm the hungriest, young Simba
Young phenomenon, I speak loud
I leave ears,eyes in a state like "oh he God"
Young rebel from the Bronx
Don't f** with him man oh be wise
Thought provoker, talk what over
n***a I'm the leader
Of the new school, My truth choose to, chew through
All you fake soon to
Be exposed n***as
I'm a dope n***a I'm suppose to think that
You n***as whack you suppose to sit back
And watch me shine, monster style
How am I
Not one to look up to
Not once you should trust dudes
Shady is a trait shared a lot these days
Cops these days
Spraying and tase
And if Your phone ain't charge to capture these boys
You and your justice will be laying in graves
sh** is f** up, i still rock my hoodie
Tell your Stereotypes to s** nuts
Not every black n***a bus guns
Verse 2
Cole I hear you
They addicted to likes
They admitted to being side chicks
They sipping these whites
Have no a**ets but bragging that they balling for some rimz
Are these facts?
Are we trapped?
No role models, just a lot of n***as bragging
How they toe tagging showing big stacks
I was born in an island, where the murder went top 5
No I ain't proud
But these condition, conditioned a n***a mind to think life's is a b**h in a bloody gown
My middle finger sync up for who thinking I should dumb it down
Ain't sh** cool about being misused
That sh** will make you angrier than New Yorkers when the Knicks lose
But let me melo this
Trying not to be a pessimist
But really?
Can I save this generation with one track? One bar, one rap, encore, Im not sure cause when I said it first time you heart beat was sent for
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