INTRO . .
Hook : [LORD]
Momma had a problem with a n***a doin' rap
She dont even know that type of sh** gon bring cash
Coz I been ridin' on the low low, my residence is hallow
So it's hard for me to follow x2
Verse 1 : [ESAI]
Look, I Ain't asking for no favors
I know this rap sh** gon get me famous
The problem with this fame is
It got you n***as brainless
Now you splittin' doe with the strangers
The only lyricist spittin' higher frequencies
I got the remedy to save this dyin' industry
I'm not inspired by rappers who's tired
Shots fire to any n***a that can take the heat
I'm standing on my feet tryna eat n***a
You got IV on repeat
One time for ProfCore for mixin' every f**ing song
Get your cameras on and sing this song, uh
There's a difference between a rapper into fashion
And a rapper with a pa**ion, coz one of em has a vision
That gon lead us out this prison, when I spit they don't listen
I still don't understand why you rap dissin' and beefin'
When ya'll broke as f** and tyrna make it out the block
Like it or not you need each other's support
But your egos got you actin' like hoes
She a star? I'mma flip that b**h, ill see her later
I'm just tryna get rich
Is it the money she's after? or she just tryna capture
The soul of the only rapper who ain't into lights and cameras
Momma told me "be careful what you with for, the same sh**
You fightin' for k**ed a lot of great entertainers
The same sh** that you're pursuing swallowed
A lot of arrogant souls, I just hope that you stick to producing
And stop consuming the same drug that put Basko in the coffin''
Guns pop, you better wake up before you get Uh!
Before you get hit by a stray bullet
But before I die I'mma see right throught it
OUTRO [ESAI]
The eye of providence i'm Odin holdin' the golden soul .