Lauder

Yeah

Okay I told **** I was sick as a ****

The dopest dope we smoke

Boy, get you a whiff

Watch how these **** flip the script

With the flick of they wrist

"Southern lyricists don't exist"

Like my flow is a myth

Get my girl angry and pissed

And give that **** a kiss

Pushing the same piece of **** until I get me a Bentley

Same ****, same goals

Same dreams and epiphanies

Me and my ****' the same, lines of symmetry

Wasn't empty

Remember we would front yard brawl with Big Timothy?

Kicked in doors because we had a lotta energy

My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy

Caught one **** then caught 15

I ain't meet that **** till I was 15

Now I'm kicking 16's

With the big screen and tip to get the big CREAM

Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance

'Cause if I don't succeed

I'll prolly proceed violent

Sipping on the brown, no boppin'

I don't **** with nobody

No team and no posse, you can kick like Shockey

"King of all Kings" praise Haile Selassie

Rastafari, I don't need nobody to guide me

Okay I told **** I was sick as a ****

The dopest dope we smoke

Boy, get you a whiff

Watch how these **** flip the script

With the flick of they wrist

"Southern lyricists don't exist"

Like my flow is a myth

So pardon the reason I be so hard on my people

We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in

I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias

Packing a a coliseum ain't no punk

And I gotta see J.I.D

Gotta be there for my family

I gotta, can't try to be

I could be outta my mind thinking logically

No apologies for speaking how I feel

I silently swore-in solemnly

That I will be the guy

That make my black people proud of me

Roses to the mothers

Of anybody that doubted me

Your chick want ****, **** dove in the covers

Oversee my area, it's a raid over my brothers

You thug? Then you kill me

Can't get close to none of us

They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles

Triple up on your investment, **** with us

Prolly have to rock that vest ****, **** with us

Okay I told **** I was sick as a ****

The dopest dope we smoke

Boy, get you a whiff

Watch how these **** flip the script

With the flick of they wrist

"Southern lyricists don't exist"

Like my flow is a myth

Okay, but **** that ****

I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em

Tired of picking these locks

You don't respect my existence?

I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench

But damn a **** was broke

Damnit if I didn't get it

Them **** was just thinking it was just a wrap for the kid

One they gon' hit my phone, hit the show

Scream, clap for the kid

Let's get it popping, they pulling pistols

On Apostle Paul

So pay the piper or meet the sniper

"Legend of the Fall"

I knew in diapers you and I was

Nothing alike at all

I "do or die" you do it to die

I'm really making calls

You couldn't kill it or take it outta me

The ideology, this the "The Odyssey"

I'm Odysseus you gotta follow me

Watch how I maneuver

I influence the influence

'Cause the flow is like flowing influenza

Going through the motions

So I motivate all my ****

They tell me kill 'em with kindness

I rather kill 'em and they other significants

Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booty and ****

Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies

It kinda is 'cause they shooting

What kind of **** is you moving?

****, I'm pushing in power to people's life

Where I grew up

Someone tutor the students

These **** "stupid is, stupid does"

Stupid ****

Sick as a ****, flick of the wrist

My pen carries my many sins, the irony

The iron can straighten out any wrinkle in existence

Ripple and time triple

My eyes, realistically sick in our mind

Sick in the head, wish I was dead

Sick on the meds, **** to my legs

Sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, uh

Okay, okay

I told **** I was sick as a

Okay I told ****