MACHIAVELLI (feat. Eryn Allen Kane)

Yeah

Save Money shit

Uh

Back to reclaim my throne

I'm the prince of the city, young Machiavelli

Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries

From the land of Larry Hoover, where they bury shooters

I'm shinin' hard Stanley Kubrick

We don't live by the law, two-time felony charge, gun totin'

Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom

Where crack hit the Chi same year as Michael Jordan

My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry

I got a story, make Shakespeare say that's tragic

Speak my mind, I got a bad habit

Became a hazard to my health, like Corona to an asthmatic

I Roc like the old Jay, but I'm a back stabber, 'cause I Un'd myself

I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off

Too fly for my own good, it's my albatross

I'ma beast, boy, I just love to self-sabotage

Pussy **** talkin' down, vagina monologue

I ain't runnin', but I'm tired of y'all

I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted on the limbs of your friends

Have 'em cryin' like Kavanaugh

Back on my bully, don't be a matador

This ain't no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes

Mask on, you still see I'm the future

But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that's all I ask

Uh

Young Machiavelli

Still alive, across the belly

Uh

Lemme get it back

Uh

Lake Shore Drive with the top back

Rockin' Y Project with my ride or die bitch, ****, where The Lox at?

Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial

I was really fightin' for freedom like Desmond Tutu

Shit is like apartheid, if you see the South Side

No upward mobility, they got **** paralyzed

Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty

Yeah, I did a rock album, that's 'cause I'm a rock star

I'm from where the moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesus

To put new 22's on they coupe, sellin' D, duckin' 12

Undercovers lookin' for proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice

A window in my reality, two parent household

From an immigrant family, middle class salaries

On 47th Street by the stones

Where they move white out the house same block as Obama's home, uh

Born alone, die alone, it's still Save Money

I take that to the grave with me, the game's funny

A **** went from robbin' in the hood

To the Robin Hood of Inglewood, I'm feedin' ****

They produced these circumstances by beatin' ****

Mistreatin' and misleadin' ****

We the **** jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', ****

Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a ****?

Still alive, alive, yeah, yeah

Still alive, alive, yeah, yeah

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Alive, yeah, yeah

I'm still alive

I'm still alive