Roc-A-Fella Y'all

All proceeds to my chain

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Should've never gave them **** no money

We was in the store, man, but we ain't want nothing

'Cause we was broke, now a **** ain't frontin' no more, no

Should've never gave them **** no money

We was in the store, man, but we ain't want nothing

'Cause we was poor, now a **** ain't frontin' no more

My mentality's a tapestry, ain't it if I can paint it

It'd be too heavy to hang it from the nail in the wall

Dangerously dangling

Sick with the languages, speaking pangolin down at the animal mall

He who answered the call

The most cancelled rapper who rappin' never happened to fall

Wanna subdue Lu like Max Verstappen

Take him off the track and lap him, I see the devil clapping his claws

But this what happens after applause

If rappin' was blacked call this rappin' from the back of a broad

This style of rapping's called pattern and pause

Still a one-man class action trapped in his cause

Yeah

I'm a different type of ****, fulfilled

Say the word "****" is a trigger, so chill

I'm like, why keep **** concealed?

It's white people still using the word **** for real

Never ignorant, genuine genius appeals, sincerely hearing it thrills

Yeah

I'm from a lyrical, miracle, biblical guild

A great white clearing his gills, the nearest mirror of skill

Somewhere between jazz, Jigga, and drill

Minus all the **** it kills

Right before they finish they wills

A healthy menace told the dentist I eat Splenda, spinach, and pills for life

Playing Ur with David Blaine on a commercial flight, first class rolling the dice

This for my chain

All donations are appreciated

I put the pen down, but the location was abbreviated

To briefly state it, that's briefly stayed with, we still apart

But the split was so congenial, it's like divorces was mediated

Drifted the genetics till it speciated

Put variables in my data set and then I deviated

It's miracles in the data set, it's like I DBA

As TD Jakes without a CPA, I used to CTA it

Ferrari from that Harvey from this car seat, can't believe he made it

Target hated, feeling like a Star of David where they GDK it

Independent thinker

I should CD Babe it, feet covered in Tinkers

Promise to self, no longer reference the Matrix and stay away from fake shit

'Cause in a flash, they'll turn on the click just like blinkers

These and other hazards are just part of the work

Reverse Aztec, put my heart in a verse

The one man half Dash, Carter & Burke, yeah

Rock-a-fella y'all

Impediments, the random egotistical elephant in the room

Looking for something heaven-sent

Like it's medicine in the moon

Or intelligence in the heaviness of a tune

How much ya song weigh?

30 pounds for every entendre

So the playlist will still be heavy as a spaceship on a spaceship

Even though it's weightless

Bar full of plates, so a waitress weight-lifts

With every single entree

Contrary to what the pawn say

Swan slay with every convey

If words were rocks, birds in flocks, stop, that's not the chess of experts

That's a straight rookie move

To get close to the DOS, I fed 'em bread first

Jaded, so denigrated and inundated

With every image that I was finished and in a status of ending stages

So I insulated into pages, liberated my inner sages

Now the minutes from the meetings of my mind with my mind

Look a minister mixed Dennis, the menace made it, baited, beat it, baked it, and ate it

Graciously my engineer saved the most sacred of it in Avid, Msoor

I can sell money to the poor

A pyramid to a mummy, they even pay attention even when they ignore

My compulsive indecision made addition into a chore

Is it 2 plus 2, just 2 Two's, or is it 4?

If I got a calculator, what's the point of even keeping score?

That's not allowed when you tested

So I added it all up, they just trying to slow us down like instruments in Texas

All proceeds to my necklace

Rock-a-fella y'all

Rock-a-fella y'all

Should've never gave them **** no money

We was in the store, man, but we ain't want nothing

'Cause we was broke, now a **** ain't frontin' no more

Should've never gave them **** no money

We was in the store, man, but we ain't want nothing

'Cause we was poor, now a **** ain't frontin' no more