My friends, there's a revolution coming
When mankind discovers who we are, what we can do
each of us will face a choice
Be enslaved, or rise up to rule

Choose freely, but know that if you are not with us
then by definition you are against us
So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate and fear you
Or you can join me and live like kings and queens

Adapt to this
Got my eyes on the brands
We gon' call this mixtape
Supply and demand, I said

What we visualize is materializing
And they just realizing why we enterprising
They gon' keep seeking meaning
We gon' keep rising while they fantasizing

We strategizing
Lowest living quarter to the final judgment
Patent and publishing
Establishing a budget

Rap about some other shit
Any negative feedback, punish it
Choke it out and smother it
Just to have y'all loving it

Stay in the lane, man
If you can't go to speed
Meeting titans indeed
Demons with their eyes on the greed

Wishing angels would supply what they need
But that is not the life of the sea
Growing out of the concrete
Feeding for apocalypse

We swore to life, run my feet
Money longer than old bicycle beds
We've been living the road life for years
Of suffering the suckers with the welcome mat

Hit them so hard in the mouth
You gon' need help to help them back
Told them get up out the hood
Lick on they house with the help from pack

Tell them to relax and hell them a sack
Let's go over the details of the yak
Here's some shows of the gat
You see a cop, some bands, and cop beat my conversation

And the cops are bending
Tell them it's crack
Hell of a flow
Hell of a track

I do it for real here
Just to tell them they wack
Bet you half of that shit you listen to
You wish you could sell them back like Cubs, man

What the hell was that
Spit it while I live it
You need green oxygen
White chick with them scripts

Say she got oxygen
Pray that I'm immortalized forever in God's museum
At the downhill rocking in a pile of gems
Here's what they grandparents talk about

Look, look, look
Grandpa, you see him getting close
Never lose my legacy
I keep my common sense even when I got the treasury

Y'all know why I stay fly
Like a satellite, we ain't eating light
Y'all ain't got the same appetite
Had to go solo

Other artists wasn't rapping like
No script to follow so we can never act alike
Look at all the mic
Pick the mic

I pick the victim right
This is a venomous bite
Heard your girl left cause y'all wasn't living right
You picture Nicks at night while she watching Nick at night

Giving a slip of light
Chilling with the stripper tight
She's saying that she'll get you right
If you get her to wipe

Meaning she'll let you give her the pipe
If she can hit the pipe
We all wanna be fly
She on a different flight

Matter of fact, a different airline
So you smoking dro with a hairline
Coming up with rare rhymes
Better get you some air time

Through love I'm a still sharing man
Just to kill some spare time
Loads can't bounce to the drought
Where these other niggas with their grind

Yeah
Come on man
Come on
What is it

They demand more
Alright
All the shells need baggies
The skills need batteries

The hell trees automatically need shells when these rapping
Tell me there's a tragedy
Hit you with that angus and that agony
The type that calls you a catastrophe

Down with the most high
Exactly where my standards be
Bad ladies keep asking me out
The apple be sexy

Make niggas wanna tackle me
Talk a lot of shit you know
How'd all them assholes be
I'm in in-school suspension

I ain't in class with me
We digitally trappin' D
Y'all in fixin' situations like cap and V's
People fight cancer

Y'all wanna battle me
I'm trying to end world hunger
At least you're legend
Try to take over the summer

We rollin' like drummers always would
Like lumber
Y'all couldn't stop me then
Can't stop me now

No matter how hard you try
You can't keep me down
Brought me tooth on this journey for me to stop here
Swear this is my season

Yeah, this is my year
Said this is my day
Make history
Or y'all can sit and listen to history

Ballin' out like it's meant for me
Swear Lord be the truth to unsolved mysteries
Huh, huh, yeah
Come on

I'm giving them doses of doneness
Yeah
Come on, man
Let's rule the brokenness and get focused, y'all

Supply and demand
Whatever they're demanding, supply that
And get your money, man
That's how it gets down over here

So I ain't telling you to be a drug dealer
Just get your money, man
Do something
Sitting around broke, man

They said the money got younger because being broke got old