Jay Trilogy - Otis Pt. 2 lyrics

You ain't dead till you lying in a casket The f** is you sleeping for Man I ain't crying to the ma**es You stare at a dream to bore A mastermind in his prime You pray to god that we don't coincide I would go inside and dissect the raps in your f**in' mind Leaving you staring dead in the avenue An avalanche on the track and I'm only coming after you An a**hole move, you might say But f** you in a not nice way Don't get me aggravated I will emasculate Any rapper on a pa**ive way Say f** you to your face then stab you Then f**in' rap at your funeral when you pa** away Have your a** looking for Wilson, like Tom in cast-away Look, i give no f**s about your feelings I promise, that much I am the prophet, the non common denominator Saviour of the latest era Ladies call me baby but I am not available Man a queen took my heart and thats all I'll say to try saving you But sh** she's crazy just like me I'll f** a n***a up over my baby Don't get my kind heart twisted, or ever play me I will hand deliver your eviction notice Wait hold up Living as a black man, paranoid Pray my momma never get the call Saying they sprayed your boy Cops are on the loose Wonder how they would feel inside of a noose They been hanging us in for aeons I can't keep on, watching this sh** on my tv screen Another black teen shot because of a quote on quote Demeanor means My heart bleeds for my brothers and sisters Y'all be strong, we was gifted with a piece of the heavens Where we was born And they jealous of it Thats all I'm saying on this treacherous subject Eat a dick along with a peta chip if you disagree If you leave with this you might swell dig a ditch if you step to me I'm getting pissed, i might just go and shove my fist through a f**in' tree Or your face cause I'll never make waste of something we actually need But you can fly for the moment though My mind is spitting similes, metaphors on an overload Rap until i drop in the booth I'm about to go comatose BRUH