Intro:
Turn me up some, they not feeling me yet
First verse:
Are you living a lie, nothing but truth in disguise
Listening to your demise
Stop talking, open your eyes
But I ain't even finna say that
Now I'm getting high, I'm not even saying hey back
Lines flowing on top of your head like a wave cap
& I won't stop until I rest my head in a maybach
Eyes stay red like the Virgin mobile logo
n***as talking peace, they want the weed or Tony Romo?
That's number 9 if you blind. Got bars that'll put a f**ing hole in your mind
I ain't lyin' but I'm king
Dont call me Martin Luther mother f**er had a dream
About a group a black n***as who came together, built a team
Called it Blvckmvrket regieme
We in k** mode, f** median, what you mean?
Mathematics, pragmatics caught my line? Naw static
Never scared, putting all my eggs in a basket
Basquiat on the stage, encore, front page
God body uncaged
What's his limits, ungauged
Take these lame rappers & hold they a** for ransom
n***as soft like Liberace at the Playboy mansion
Bridge:
They still ain't feeling me yet, I got them though
Second verse:
Batting that's irrelevant
Pa** the future, in present tense
Living for dead presidents
Never hesitant, run up in your residents
Never feeling penitent
Flee the scene no evidence
Call my n***a Q, be the lookout
Stacking up Franks like we bout to have a cookout
How you say yes in a room full of no's
How you stay faithful in a room full of hoes
How you know you can't when you barely even try
Why everything that k**s me make me feel so alive
No hope for you mane, like your scholarship in question
Cla** back in session, I'm the teacher, here's your lesson
Catch em by surprise when I rise
I dispise all the lies from you guys you can't x out my wise
Stop playing, why yall waisting our time
Yall n***as know the drill, like a layup line
Bodying n***as, tell me what a hearse like
I ain't even got to rap, I can end my verse like
Outro:
I'm done, not even going to finish the verse on these n***as