Son, I'm here to bring a lil bit of heat to the climate That you could hold forever like the peace of the silent The same hand I used to try to reach for the sky with Just found a black box with a piece of the pilot I'm tryina make a movement Like warith deen mohammed And it ain't gonna move if the machine ain't behind it You wanna be gra**roots That's cool, but cash rules everything around So your dream's on consignment You claiming independent like it's july 4th But you pay for them to spin it, what do you lie for Make me wanna hit you with a f**ing two-by-four 'til it's sticking out your head like a unicorn This ain't a uniform It's my body to the belly with it So pour another shot of belvy in it There's a war going on inside so either help me win it Or s** my dick and take a selfie with it Hook: For the fish outta water In his last moment Praying for a river 'round the corner And for the kids out of order Living mad hopeless I blame it on the way that they were brought up 2: Yo i'mma need that mic back like Attention teachers and students This is deeper than music A thunder god's speaking Son, I'm not leaving 'til the money Joss Whedon Can't nothing stop me until I'm asleep the with tulips If i ain't on your top ten list then y'all don't know what a top ten is I'm all that you asked for fans from the trap to the tractor Back court covered in the gla** from the backboard You want to see it simple and plain The whole picture doesn't ever really fit in a frame And sometimes you just live with the pain Like how my right leg gets stiff in the rain But you don't hear me complain cause my fam go thru it And my mans go thru it, so i rambo through it sh**, my mother's got cancer in her bones Don't tell me watch a motherf**ing throne Soul done changed Hook: For the fish outta water In his last moment Praying for a river 'round the corner And for the kids out of order Living mad hopeless I blame it on the way that they were brought up