Revenge (feat. Ari Lennox, EARTHGANG, Childish Major & REASON)

Who gon' find that lost soul?

In Atlanta shapeshifters and trolls

How did I get here?

My magic carpet unraveled

You scrolled through all the channels with your fraudulent financials

Blame your mama, 'cause you started with her standards

We gon' pray on that

Always had my flow, I used to lay on that

You can save face or face facts

You no longer need it

Make your way on back

You can't escape what you attract

Or what you say on wax

Please don't overthink on that

Like, like, like, who gon' find that lost boy?

High class, still she fall for him?

Them whispers get lost in breezes

God don't whisper, man, he call for me

CVS hiring and when you drop your application, get some Halls for me

Coughin' hard, but ain't no need to get that coffin for me

Ain't nothing serious, just it's cold

And all the **** on new levels got through locks

Won't pass the codes outchea, though

Queen City, but no bitch on my rose

I'ma own that bitch, though

Can't front on my billfold, sittin' on gold

I used to look down on myself

Like, "What am I missing?"

Now I go to the bank

Now they talk to me different

"Can you split that in twenties, hunnids, a couple fifties?"

I used to get curved, now bitches DM their titties

Old friends turn to foes

Can't bring fuck **** with me

Like fuck it, I'm ready to go

**** be acting like hoes

Bitches be tryna get chose

That's just the way that shit go

You can't complain if you broke

Get you some money and coats

I got some money with goals

I know I ain't perfect, barely worth it

Been an asshole lately, but not on purpose

Shit be on my mind

I look around like, "Damn, ain't nobody on my side

But never question if I'm down to ride

Tripped the hurdle but the ground I walk is fertile

Give you classic quotes just for kicks like Virgil

Look who in my circle

The ones that knew me when the nights was hurtful

Wins, I got a ton like Churchill

But what about the losses overcome

I wasn't Oprah, son

'Round my way they're holding guns

I'm more like Roberson, I'm not a shooter

All I did was show love, like the Kama Sutra

I was tryna find what's truer

I could've looked inside the mirror

Tryna climb out my dilemmas

In the land of splendor, glamour and some damaged women

Strappin' up, strappin' up, can't do no gambling with 'em

Shootin' high percentage, I've been changing my agenda

Finally came up out my shell

I ain't have no Master Splinter

Became the top chef, this another classic dinner

I fell down, came back, now that's a natural winner

Never could I pretend nor ever would I surrender, yeah

Look, I've been speaking for the misguided sons and their dead fathers

As I walk through the shadow of death, where we tread waters

Paint pictures of the stories forgotten, them dead authors

It's blood getting mixed with that paint, so we dead artists

He told me, "**** you better slide, you ain't said nada"

Them **** took my ****, so fuck it, this lead karma

Struggled to pull the trigger, as I did, had tears fallin'

'Cause I know I let my momma down, she done raised all us

She gave everything she had to keep our roads straight

We ain't even have no room to have our own space

Look, I gave everything I had to make my own way

And in three seconds I made a decision to let this clip off

This ain't even related, just some shit I had to get off

Repetition how we make decisions

'Cause my brother doing life

And the judge done told him he would never get off

'Cause struggle like hand-me-downs, ****, one size fit all

Woke up sweatin', panic was deep and breathin'

Going through deep depression

Wondering why I chose to live

And away where my freedom indecisiveness on the fence

When I've been blessed for rapping, no wonder they call it gifts

Got up from the bed, picked up the phone like "What'd I miss?"

Got a call from some dreamers said they was out for revenge

Excited, then I thought about it

And starting crying 'cause a year ago my cousin was killed searching for his, yeah