Okay, Okay
Everybody celebrate like it's a holiday
Let me guide the way, no it isn't fathers day
Or mothers day but the other day
I had a dream I wasn't K
He slang that yay got done away
In the rectum of the hood and I ain't sprung to say
Guns don't protect them for the good
But they f**in' spray
Afrochines sucha bad cold dream
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it struggles and it battles me
They wanna fry me like they battered me
I'm a diamond they can't shatter me
Through casualty I'm' actively transparent to a brand clarence
I probably would be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, grandma the pastor's wife
Slit your writs and swallow knives, b**h it's super six for life
I'm too legit for life, I should get a grip and die
f**in' take a trip and fly and never come down
I be in my own world, gold teeth in my crown
b**h I travel round the world, like n***a f** yo' town
Paper plane takin' off soon as it touch yo' ground
Who said the lost boys a never be found
You speakin' down on odd future, it's a f**in' pronoun
Twenty-one in the league ho I'm a f**in' pro now
You mainstream n***as, slow down
I turn this to a ho down
Wavin' that four-four round, empty all of those rounds
On some wild wild wild west sh**
d**h will probably be next pick to exit
I'm sick of all these bullsh** hoes, I got responsibilities
She feelin' me as I'm fe- feelin' on her tititites
To do infinity, I'm the remedy to a penalty
For once I take this sh** genially, generally
I'm takin' shots like Kennedy, like f** the enemy
Whatever enters me is meant to be, I am what I eat
Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, dark meat
Smoke weed till I feel my heart beat
Drink like a alchohlicly close fit from out the closet
The art belongs to whoever draws it, at heart I'm an artist
Who knows his flow is flawless
I got affection for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know)
Yeah