S1 - 101 lyrics

Intro: S1 on the track son Yeah we bring it back what? (Uh, Uh,) It's not a diss song I'm just being real Pull the trigger, pull the card and brawl, you ain't God Nah these nail scars are k**ers You acting like your life is a model christian Imagine that, if only you could stop the system I can't release a record without cats sending message Like has he renounced being Seventh Day Adventist? I should hit you with a mack truck and say it was bad luck Then Instagram the picture with a smile like and what? I'm a fighter not a lover of these s**ers Forget the Christian rap, I go gangsta on some dude I used to call brother But then they'd call brothers, it'd be a Twitter war Trying to reconcile, but I tried, give them head of thorns I said enough, or maybe not enough And nah it's not about me not getting props enough This ain't bragging son, I know that I'm nice I got a God given talent plus a God given marriage To the holiest Christ, I can flow with a mic And be a witness with my life with nobody to cosign What's got me bugging is some dudes trying to be sly Fronting like they my friends, when all they wanted to do was P.I Asking me questions, trying to an*lyze and verify And if I give a wrong answer these dudes'll tap the satellite Punk s**ers, changing the station Man it seems I lost a couple fans when I got into a relationship It's kinda funny but at the same time I'm fevered Did I give the wrong impression, or did they just by my records cuz they expected to be her. I guess I'll never know Emotions never show, my focus ever grows I hope the negative can shed some positive light My streams of consciousness or honesty's like a polygraph Or it's like Doctor Lightman in the light of pa**ion with a flashlight with bad sight, fired, prying, and asking Saying "lie to me", except I'm telling the truth Like an informant being threatened that they'll k** off his boo Or a politician after leaving the office of service Behind closed doors with his cohorts speaking with certainty And most certainly, I am a hypocrite Why you think I wrote "The First" on my first album are you listening? You're not listening, go get your ears fixed And hear this, this is for my peers who think they're peerless Fear this