YK - Alpha & Omega lyrics

[Produced By. Stigma Beats] [Into: DeJuan Whaley] Music Crave Entertainment, Revelations The nation painted me as a thug Genetically predisposed to violence and selling d** So that's what I created for the radio stations Through the music I was spreading hate but they still showed me love Revelations Just another imitation keeping the shallowness in rotation b**hes, homicide, baking soda in the kitchen We're pawns manipulated into keeping ourselves in submission In my heart I felt I was different Revelations A realization that the media's opinions doesn't have dominion over my character A declaration and dedication of making music with the sole purpose to inspire Get your souls rewired What's your revelation? [Verse 1: DeJuan Whaley] Another lost young tryna find a compa** Influenced by all the negativity in my circumference Terrified of judgment, adjust, became a puppet Pushing themes of ignorance through the speakers into the public f** my teachers ain't listening the preacher either When the innocent Treyvon was murdered tell me where was your jesus? A youngin's mental in a maze desperate for a leader Marijuana pearled within a rillo the sufficient healer Mama was panicking, son as dormant as manikins Sent to Louisiana to break away from shenanigans Sunny side wasn't up when my cerebellum was scrambling Recognized my hand was dealt, I had to perfect my gambling Life experience caused me to some make changes, personal growth Slowly my conscious was re-arranging, simple minded focused on the moment I was aimless But today I'm a doctor and listeners are my patience Lilac in the pavement, blood in our neighborhood and my statements could be platelets Crooked in need of braces, the truth is hidden within the cracks like a facelift Ironically, all is I see faces that are racist Nothing's been different since when pac wrote changes I was born to bring hope to my generation, and this is my revelation [Verse 2: EPIK] What's the motive, bills and eviction notice Pots and pnas with some baking soda Feeling like I'm Sammy Sosa watching Netflix smoking on the sofa Freeloader chainsmoker that'll turn your girl into a supersoaker Life's a gamble and we playing poker, higher than the solar Flow colder than the polar, as the days pa**ing I'm only getting older, and my bars getting bolder Not afraid to get the chip up on my shoulder I'm placing deliveries when I'm getting orders f** the gov it's a new world order Find me in the club with somebody's daughter I forgot her name so I don't know what to call her Feeling like a baller Fresh shape-up because I'm fresh up out the barber Make these n***as sick you would thimk it was ebola Smoking so much loud I should be in coma I'm the sh** now do you smell my aroma? Because while your b**h chasing, I'm in the booth expressing my revelation It's my destination and I been patient, but now I'm feeling like it's my time to take it So I'm through with waiting, so sit back embrace my greatness Started from the basement, the mainstream so basic We chilling at the space station, putting rockets in rotation [Verse 3: YK] I'm riding on a late night and I got my eight My man a shark he got great white, I'm tryna get the cake right Black hoodie, black mics, black Glock, red lights Spin his block, run them n***as over run the redlight I'm dead-right you dead-wrong for tryna play me out like your favirote song So I'm about to hit him like my favirote bong All up in his a** like my b**hes favirote thong Me and my man riding, Finna smoke em' we Cheech & Chong Smoking loud and popping perks it keep me on f** boy just got merked, he was probably drawlin In a alley sparking a dutch when them n***as saw him It was windy he ain't even hear them n***as walk up on him Turned around and it was (Bang-Bang-Bang) Put him higher than the perks and the Mary Jane Mixed with the liquor, Speaking a liquor n***a I'm a sipper Of Henny, Goose or Juice, Who the f** are you? I dont wanna argue I'll pull out my 5th like it's my dick and I'll put it in your mouth Need them for the low I'm about to go to the south Then I'm coming back with that work, Bad b**h, Black purse Rental car no tint, strapped up you know this I stay super lowkey, You probably didn't notice Black hoodie, Old timbs, had them since 2010 You want a war you got one, we rocking we rolling My pockets stay swolling, my b**hes they roll up If I go broke it's a stick or a hold-up Hold-up, wait a minute, did I say I'm finished? I just had to catch my breath now my lungs is replenished I'm back in it, I'm back on it, treat the city like I own it I do what the f** I like, I go where the f** I want I be down South Street, strapped up, blowing blunts They don't know our names them b**hes just know it's us, and they love it