We all on the same team, we all want the same things We all got our own dreams, so dog do your own thing I hate when the phone rings 'cause they wanted a home ring I'm doin' my own thing, I'm doin' the grown thing I'm tired of speculations, let's take it back to the basics Before Complex was my contact For reachin' masses on paper Really, I spit hot shit but them fuckboys, they jack the paper Tidal said Chance the Rapper's lil' brother debut, Speed Racer When the commenters say I'm jocking, but my views are skyrocketing And I like every comic that said, "lil bro, man, I fuck with this" After that had withdrawals, man I need that shit more Came back with Herbo, Louie, and Spenzo with Rockie, dawg Sold out shows just to top it off Now lil shorties that top me off I drink Hennesy not the Voss We live young and take every loss Hit the streets and break all the laws That we draw from all of our parts And hit chase with a fake ass call
Do not act like this shit is out of character boy You never been black in America I am the terrorist, fuck any evidence Ignorant negligence, part of my heritage Using this money for jewelry and fetishes I'm on some better shit, that be the etiquette My life's a movie can't edit it I do this shit with no effort, bitch I took your girl with these predicates I'm on my horse, and it's pegasus Y'all don't be rapping this evident Y'all be singing, boy, do better bitch I should be rapping on other shit, huh That new shit ain't sounding much better, it's dumb
Aw, aw, ay Search for what is yours You gotta know yourself You gotta know yourself
I spend my aching moments in closets watching for business I feel as different, make me feel distance from any ceilings This steeper feeling was in prison buster had his vision I used to think something was wrong with me, that's awful, isn't it Not in America, my grandma told me, "you're a Christian" I know God loves me, but does my pastor know the fucking difference I struggle often to offer myself some motivation And even speaking to myself, I changed the conversation I somehow kept doing this shit through all my graduations Sold out shows and magazines across the nation To be black's to be different, to be gay is to be hidden To be both is to go missing, fuck the mass, I'm much different Let me ask you this question, are you passive aggressive Do your cousins, auntie, nieces, and nephews know all the answers When it comes down to your skin, do you rate yourself off complection Buy Gucci, Louis and Prada, physically count your blessings When you cop that swag, does that make you better than next one If it does, that's your answer, don't ever ask me this question I'm tired of America assassinating my character Who am I to embarrass the racist's injustice and prejudice Rape this corrupt and arrogant broken mirror inflicting Reflecting that buried 'em, America, sweet America
I told y'all, I'm back on my bullshit! I'm back on my bullshit I just got a new pape, but still got a forklift My bitch will be Pippen, but I don't fuck with these no more Stay at the club with like three of my hoes Living depressed in these suicide doors Drop the top, now there's more levels to go Baby, don't hug me, just open the door In the studio stirring up, cooking the dope I was into the bit, now I'm into some more Niggas gon test me, I'm never gon fold I got my block on my arm, on my soul I got my blow on my wrist, that's my blood, ya We got it straight out the mud Niggas be soft with the judge Thank God, I really been judged I just confronted the judge I cannot make this shit up Know yourself, know yourself, know yourself (learn, learn) Be yourself, be yourself, be yourself (lessons, learn)
And you hope you'll find when it's all about Fallin' down on friends And it all goes down, but you're falling out Falling out on heads You hope you'll find when it's all about Fallin' down on friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
