[Verse]
Look at the game
Tell me who doing the same
TRBL crew is the gang
This is the aim
Making the music that you can feel
Down in your soul and your vein
I pray to maintain
Cause I seen a couple fall off
So I leave these beats
Like I hit 'em with a sawed off, Oh Lord
Steady my mind, steady my grind
Chopping and screwing confetti the time
Simply construing that you probably losing
If all you pursuing is fetti and shine
Ahead of my time
But the clock still tick tock
I ain't talking about a wrist watch
I just found my own pace in the race
I ain't trynna take a pit stop
Just watch, I am adamant that I'm in
Everything that I said you cannot stop me
Just cause you know who is hot doesn't mean you on top
You just buzzing by proxy
Aw, shots fired in the crowd (doot doot doot doot)
Duck and get down
Lot of these rappers is fictional k**ers
They wouldn't be yelling that back in their town
Blacking 'em out, but you will not smoke me
I be chilling where the hope be
Heard 'em say I should stick to the beat (what?)
Meanwhile I know his whole crew quote me
Oh me oh my myself, running in the lane and I'm by myself
Came in the game and the aim was to change
If it all stay the same, then I lie myself
[Sample]
If sometimes our great artists have been the most critical of our society, it is because their sensitivity and their concern for justice, which must motivate any true artist, makes him aware that our Nation falls short of its highest potential. I see little of more importance to the future of our country and our civilization than full recognition of the place of the artist. If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free