Word To My Mother (feat. Nyck Caution)

Uh, welcome to the show

Anybody got a problem, man, you welcome at the do

I'ma only warn you once that I could melt you in the snow

Couldn't peg me all this fire had me melting in the mold

Couldn't train me, I derailed attention to the details

They'd all get ate in New York, son, I'm on a killing spree-well

Throw you in the water hole and tell your ass to be well

You ain't got no say I'm 'bout to rain the real real well

Like it or not, bitch, I've been heightened the plot

The strange fruit of our nation's past been ripened a lot

And if ain't nobody gonna speak it we been like to rot

The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot

So fuck you hype beast robots

God

I'ma tell the truth or die trying

Young city boy I was raised by lions

Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lying, stop

Down now

I ain't never bowed down to no man

Motherfucker, get with the program

I'ma tell the truth or die trying, die trying, die

I just brought the facts, homie, I ain't bring the clout with me

Hit the girl she holla back 'cause I ain't bring no doubt with me

I'm going bananas take the cameras out and aim 'em here

Objects in the mirror may be more realer than they appear

This that 2019 New York movement shit

This that I'ma smack the fuck outta you with jubilance

How this white boy rap so raw they call him jewdakiss

You only light the fuse with your confusion, bitch, it's crafty

Bitch, it's caution kiss my ass

Call the closer for the task

Mariano with the raps and the tracks who's next up to bat

It's getting head in the back she said don't touch my tracks

I pulled her hair and took the horses out the back

Yeah you get it?

It's the coast don't you forget it

Break bread with friends with foes I bring them Armageddon

They run and we catch 'em

They fold and we cave in

Take you out and who you came with

How can you tell me that New York is not alive?

Did you see us through the basement with big digger?

When ya'll the fucking animation

That means you fiction a couple hits and you finished

You won't make it through the night

All your soldiers in position it don't matter I'm relentless quick to rip shit

East coast I'm representing tour on summer get your tickets

I'm the illest all my bitches is disturbed so they down with the sickness

It's word to my missus you feel me?

God

God

I'ma tell the truth or die trying

Young city boy I was raised by lions

Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lying, stop

Down now

I ain't never bowed down to no man

Motherfucker, get with the program

I'ma tell the truth or die trying, die trying, die

Tell we why we whisper facts and we scream lies

I'm from the city of big dreams where the dreams die

I'm from where you could catch a dirty timb to a clean ironic

That'll make you see shit cleared for real and I thought

It was common sense that words held consequence

But when ten lies a day come from the highest office

This that trickle down they wanted I suppose

Whole culture based on gotcha where nobody get exposed though

Shit, when I was 7 years old

I said fuck you to the wrong one and he snuffed me in the nose

Learned then though I could take a punch since then I ain't gave a fuck

Say it how I  see it, couldn't pay me enough to pay me enough, what?

God

God

I'ma tell the truth or die trying

Young city boy I was raised by lions

Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lying, stop

Down now

I ain't never bowed down to no man

Motherfucker, get with the program

I'ma tell the truth or die trying, die trying, die