Self - Lil' Sum' lyrics

[Verse 1: Eugenius] I don't do d** cuz my pops 'bout died from em On top of that, I don't want nothin to hide from him He might've sold too, stacked and got fly from it But you can't fly from it, ain't always a radar you can Fly under, cop comin', scrambling to hide from em No tucks, cuz I ain't go to prom or nuthin Hopefully I'm prominent enough in rhymin so I'm not 35, job huntin, what I look like? Just wanna have the time for hobbies, what I cook like? And set my circle up for life, cuz my hooks nice Like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I live and die for moments where I'm seein you in awe When you came out to a show and I'm feeding you the bars But you knew me as a loser back in school, who woulda thought Lil Bill had a lil trill in em, lil k** in em k**in em, wit curriculum from the school of thought Nowadays, a spitter speak the truth and they boo em off (n***a, what are you sayin'?!) Even Christ was a superstar They'll hail you, then nail you, no matter who you are, uh Word to L Boogie, wise words from El Rookie He a lifer, I remember when we played a lil hooky She sell herself for dough, but she used to sell cookies So much for a scouts honor This is me, Timothy lettin' my mouth wander Rap game Wally Szczerbiak I ain't playin witcha, quit askin where my jersey at Your latest greatest couldn't stand next to my early raps They say when I was 8 that I looked like Jordan from Bernie Mac 11 years later watch me mack an Aunt Wanda Write this writer an advance, my stanzas in large font Wrote my rider in advance, a Fanta and Smart Water Cuz I Kel the competition, I do, I do, I do Do-do-do-loo-do, that's word to Nardwuar Sister had her second daughter, that's word to Art Garf- They say "kid, you're goin places", let's just hope my car starts Cuz it's older than me, t'was a gift from a widow I got my motor for free, Bp by my house An Arizona for Cleff and a soda for me Gimme 5 on 5, I'll be open for 3 Buyin' BS, lookin for the golden receipt, ya dig? [Joey.] Yeah [Eugenius] Ya dig? [Verse 2: Joey.] Uh This is a pa**ion, my girl think that I'm limited though To strictly love songs, I wonder how far this can go But I get tired of the questions that I'm asking and I second guess myself like am I really meant for rapping? Who cares Joe, you probably overthinking They tell me that they like the sound, but do they really mean it? I'on know Chasing dreams with some empty lungs Crazy to think in a couple years I'll be 20 sum', yeah But that's just what it is If in is the fashion then when do I get a fit Nah, that's cult acceptance, more like cold rejection and God be looking out, but me probably look over blessings And get caught up in old obsessions But, let me set the record straight I thought a lil' better when I was crushin' up on Meagan Gates Hey Maegan, but that's beside the point Smoke exit out my mouth when I ain't even hit the joint New mindset, we work better as a team But, it's hard to get the gold if everybody want the green So I'm in it alone, least that's what my mind is telling me They take him as a joke but I am no Bill Bellamy Just tryna be the G.O.A.T., different meaning from a spelling bee Somethin' like that......I'on know [Verse 3: The One Keon] I got this natural feeling that really fill in my feelings To the point I put my preferences over what has been written In that script, the truth, I rip the roof On my cranium, think it's titanium, hard one to crack, uh Hard heart, I walked the dark, I thought God was wack, uh Puffin' marijuana in the days, I relaxed 'Till the devil rolled me up and put that flame to my back Tried to smoke me, demons all around me, tryna grope me Funny thing is that moment of fear broke me Showed me that I am just so weak And there's a different power working in us that we don't see It made me drop to my knees and yell out to the sky God I know that you're alive, please come help me or I'll die All these tears hang in my eyes because my games were my demise And the world believe in lies, I took a piece of that pie I didn't see the disguise, the devil covered my eyes and he covering the world too Making us disbelievers if the way, life, and truth The truth is that we're wicked and runnin' rampant and sinnin' It started in the beginning when Adam let his teeth sink in The forbidden fruit, now we're doomed, but God put his son in the room Jesus Christ died for you because the price of sin is d**h So he took your bill and blessed you with life when he took that rest Three days later, resurrected, with new life, forever alive If you believe he'll share that pie, come get that slice, lay down your pride [Verse 4: Self] Mama always told me to wait and be patient I feel like I'm God, but I'm so close to Satan And lately I been pacin', practicing these rituals Of my ancestors, blood stains on the pages Just so I can speed up time and rearrange it Die to live again and change my livin' situation Dip my soul in gold and hang me up to dry somewhere famous Like Ancient Rome or India where time isn't wasted Rewind and find me shinin' on your favorite playlist Or see me in the skies behind the eyes of the wasted The people plus the problems of the universe persuasion Added up to be a bomb that blew up my mind's ranges Now I know the difference from a god and a slave and Depends on who you workin' for, it's all the same thing Throwin' up like Lil' Wayne, talkin' 'bout "Bling Bling" Or you end up broke and blind, not owning a damn thing It ain't our fault you keep saying you can't change Dollar bills won't stretch cause you work for the same slaves The ones who took history and then added a few names And told us to follow this, be like Jesus pay your bills And everything be legit, just don't fall of your script [Verse 5: Cleff] I was livin' just a stoner loner plasma donor broke rapper Now I'm basquiat mixed with a bit of Charles Bukoswki Engaged with Maya Angelou but still in public housing Paying off on child support and 2 bills late And it's ironic how this money holds me back, Bill Gates I just boil my pot of water, open my pack of noodles Thinkin' bout what Yeezy eatin', prolly not these toaster struddles Prolly somethin' real stupid, tapenad on top of God Over here it's Ramadan, I'mma rhyme until I die forreal Soon as my wallet swells my head will as well like I'm Pharrell It's funny how these jokers really think I'm playin' Think they know my plan, but I'm David blaine Watch me levitate to heavens gate and back again I done scaled the mountaintop and traded words with King All he did was shake his head I could tell this wasn't his dream Mommas gettin' shot up, poppas gettin' shot up Daughters turn to thotters, Trump is on his ride up What the hell is happenin, rappin ain't been what rappin was Nowadays you could spit dope, not even get a buzz Cuz, cuz We live on a macro Earth, worried bout micro melanin Sometimes I gotta stop and wonder just what kind of hell I'm in Nobody help each other they too worried bout just finishin' This world is apples vs. cinnamon Forgot about the milk, tho that's what really makes the winner, man Unity, unity...that's what makes the winner man...unity