Take a chance, have faith, my lad
You got all of the same tools all the greats have had
Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, two hands
You can watch, listen more than you speak, take advantage
You peek all the karma that come with makin’ the cream
The crop, full of demons providin’ you what you need
They got, what’s your thing? Alcohol or the lean?
Put the coke inside the weed, them ni**as seasonin’ the greens
Rap game turned from the slingers to the fiends
But I’m in between, I mean
I ain’t pickin’ teams but I had a dream like King
fu*kin’ on this pretty little bi—, queen, I mean
Point me to the cheese, ni**as talkin’ cream
Park the car, I’m ’bout to part the seas
And move a mountain for money, nothing keepin’ me
From gettin’ to you, gettin’ to me, Marvin G, Tammi T
But get your eyes cleaned for something you have never not, not seen
.. under .. the ..
Watch the sun disappear
Lightning strikes across the sky
In the blue
Look
Take a chance, have faith, my lad
You got all of the same tools all the greats have had
Maybe lesser than that
Way back when I was puttin’ on my football cap
This institution came recruitin’, lit a root for the stats
They sat me in a room with my dad
And it was cool but when they left I was glad
And my pops was too, he said that’s good-a*s parenting
Reminding me ’bout that school that did them n***a experiments
On them black people, sharecroppers, down in Alabama, damn
It’s not that far from Atlanta, it was the 1930s
They did them black folks dirty because a tan
A man was not a man, n***a, your granny wasn’t grand
A scammer to the planett