God Gave Me a Mouth

Yo Sell you a penny for a dollar and a dollar for a dream A twenty for a holla and a hundred for a stream 5K for a beat, hundred bands for a feat, huh A dollar and a dream But this dream cut a lotta fucking cheese I ain't got a cent to rest on Generational wealth starting at me I ain't got a friend without none And they asking me why I'm always hustling like a fiend, huh My girl want a kid now But I can't pay for food, even rentals out 1K for a week on a pad You would think that I live in a fucking penthouse Talking, "You just gotta wait, man" Talking, "This shit just a side plan" I'm saying this shit is my life, man Fuck your shitty life plan Talking about a bag that you made from your late grams Lives opportune through your ma's friends, friends My ma's up at night 'cause my ma's friend's dead No one to my side but my girl and my bed So I fall from my pureness to land in the bread See, last time I lagged 'hind Fell face-first in the cursed past dimes, none So they chastise, "Why you waste your life?" Fuck the hype, let you pass, nah Blame me for my crowd, for my sound, for my past times See, now I'll never let 'em judge me again They gon' hear my name on TV like, "Where did he begin? Oh, that kid, he was a fool, couldn't believe he was him" So when they pay they fucking dues, I'ma pay for a Benz Just to spite 'em that, despite them, I still made it my own Without a dollar in my name to console No one saving my soul No one forcing me to slave to these droves Taking my life to these lows, try disable my flows, yeah I found myself in all this hate And I know I won't get this chance again So I stay driven And I can't change 'Cause God gave me a mind Yeah, huh Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride Fuck it, do it on my own Bitch, it's me, myself, and I Tryna cover up soul, but they fucking up my size I guess no one on my side But I don't need 'em anyway I could disintegrate these rappers with my throwaways Acting like they overpay Really, they just overpaid Lying, hissing children, all I see are fucking cobra snakes This I cannot overstate, uh Any minute, I'm forming through intuition The force of imminent nature that's coursing towards the victim The victim in question is the success of which I am destined They tapping foot, keeping pressure But fakers, I'm 'bout to overtake, uh Mind is ticking, these jokers been tryna trick 'em My vocals been heavy listened and posted in every system They soon to ferry my mission and stealing my flows, imprisoned I realise that your beats all been re-recorded and overlaid, uh Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride Fuck it, do it on my own Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride Fuck it, do it on my own Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we (Yeah) Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride Fuck it, do it on my own Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride Fuck it, do it on my— (Huh) Soon, these people blow up my phone And I ain't tryna hear that bullshit, tell 'em, "Leave me alone" But I'm way too fly to land and got too many flows to ship through So they needing my presence or they get turned into gristle Like, Houston, we got an issue Me and my team been reduced to ashes like fucking tissues For fucking with Miles Nautu Revolution like Malcolm, everyone else the middle Young and killing like X, but my family keep it civil For shizzle my nizzle, the greatest song around is just a tribute The jays that I been smoking made dead presidents potent The TEC-11 will soak 'em, consider that one a gift If I don't mention your name, then you probably ain't worth shit Rappers sucking my dick, producers sucking my dick Everyone with some knowledge just bandwagoned my shit But you can't blame 'em for freaking when Miles Nautu exists Nobel like I just invented dynamite sticks, oh, shit