[VERSE 1]
Originality's DEAD
Now they're tryna take the youth with it
Let's fight BACK instead wondering who did it
So bring your weapons, take your Swords out
Because its bout to turn into a Gore house
You see It's Holocaust all over again
But It's material things, they put it Over your friends
Over and over again
Are you a soldier or friend?
I need a Lawyer, judgement day the world's going to end
Originality's DEAD
And they made you King
That's why all the fakes are hating me
Keep it 100, Straight to the Tit
Utopias are the Place to be
So you better Live fast if you wanna die young
Cus the good die young right?
Just brighten up
And if you're gonna live by the sword you better find Right one
Cus Your weapon to your enemy may be the right one
[Hook]
They mad cus I got no conscience, they claiming that I'm crazy
You ask why I'm talking this nonsense? Blame it on my ADD
This is that Utopian lifestyle. Something that you could live
A place where you don't ever have to fight foul. Fighting for the good of it
[VERSE 2]
"So where my soldiers at huh?
Everybody claim they real but the minute the limelight ain't on them they fade away with the crowd
You see, we can't have that here, that's treason"
This ain't a Suicide mission
It's a Do or die mission
These lames can't compete with the Fluid I'm spitting
These industries can't compete, with the music I'm kicking
All they focused on is looking like a cute pie, listen
This is, how you sound, when nobody can reach ya
All you need is LIFE, ain't nobody gotta Teach ya
When you're this HIGH, can't nobody ever Reach ya
No one can defeat us. Jesus, please
So you better Live slow if you wanna see it all
Cus the bad live long right?
Just live strong
We ain't fake We ain't perfection We the igniting all of y'all
Ask me who I'm fighting for I'll say I'm fighting for the FLAWED. (God)
[Hook]
They mad cus I got no conscience, they claiming that I'm crazy
You ask why I'm talking this nonsense? Blame it on my ADD
This is that Utopian lifestyle. Something that you could live
A place where you don't ever have to fight foul. Fighting for the good of it
[Verse 3]
I got family on side, so I'm never feeling alone
Got that Grammy on my eye, you're never too young to sit on that throne
This Utopia is crazy I'm glad I found my way home
Went from Haines Hoes to Dank Rolls to Pesos from them shows
And I ain't do it myself. Not ashamed to say I had help
I'm not craving for that wealth. Won't praise Satan for that wealth
I rather keep an open lane, than go insane, maintaining that wealth
Instead of growing pains, with no delay, Cobainin myself. It go
One shot, Two Shots, on to the new Pop
Brand new guys, swearing that they 2Pac
Three shots, Four Shots, think I need more shots
That's an an*logy to society's workshop
Just had an epiphany. I think they they feeling me
I hear the choir singing louder in the symphony
This is me
At my highest level of thought
Looking down, sending all my blessings to y'all
[Hook 2x]