Yeah, Zilla!
Ninjah Stars!
Man, I'm getting subconscious out here in these fucking streets, man
Police, all kinds of crazy shit, harassing us
Unh, stay conscious nigga, yeah
Stay conscious nigga, unh, check it
Unh, loving poetry so much, it's like a weapon
I either use it for tragedies or just deception
Seeing my future, my hittas, we happily investing
At large businesses, kids, ya'll keep talking reckless
Crazy tweets to Facebook, they hop the bandwagon
Monkey see, monkey do, everyone is actors
They jump bridges to critics, they self esteem low
Sorry, but I just can't change for fucking C-notes
Original as Hershey, with the chocolate
Pretty wife, lounging in her Playtex stockings
Don't like stalkers, trying to add, so she blocking
Come to the crib, then ya body getting mopped up
High levels of street opera
Rastafarian mothers with Don King box cuts
Tell Rihanna I'm a rude boy!
Whole neighborhood know I'm making rude noise!
Yeah, yeah, I keep that left hand
Flamin' when the jabs aiming
My right hand cold cock you like a haymaker
Sleeping bodies wake up fat, they weight gaining
Making moolah overnight from Kickstarter pages
I tell the hood, GoFund Merk, he spit the real
I went from dirty to clean, like using Clearasil
The ladies love the dude, I never fake it till' I make it
I'ma stay true, coming from these unfinished basements
We was kids on the block with the water guns spraying
Now they locked down, layin' brothas on the pavement
25 to life, I'mma give em' 50 bars
My redemption's like the Shawshank
Looking from the yards, hardcore
Like that barbed wire on the fence, lyrically smart
I'ma threat to Mike Pence
Educated young black, moving like Hitler
Assassinate who play with my knowledge plus wisdom
Zilla
One day we gon' break these chains
One day we gon' break these chains
One day we gon' break these chains
I can't sing.. haha
Dear mic, here I am once again
It's been a long time, my friend, so good to see you again
Rock bottom, never felt so good in this bitch
Know my way out the hood, this time I'm getting rich
Next level thinking, I ain't worry about where them hoes at
Had it when I was broke, I'ma have it when I blow it back
See my cuz last night, told me that my pops booked
Praying for you, daddy, hope you wake up and come back
Hope I'm richer off the rap, cause when I touch the beat, I snap
Got two babies and a lady, I ain't playing with these rappers
And my mama getting older and her health ain't getting better
She the same old Jesus, I came out of her and met her
And she hurt me before
I grew up and started thinking, hurt my mom three times a week
With all my selfish decisions, and I ain't perfect
I just really wanna turn it around
Too many saints from my generation, six feet underground
I'm trying to be different, it's hard when you fucked up your chances
You gotta get it out the mud, when the system against us
We got cops dressed like soldiers, thought this shit was a travel stop
So many nights in the county, thinking about how to whack a cop
Sorry, I'm bipolar, let the semi-automatic pop
Leave the scene and bag a thot, she fuck me, she gon' brag a lot
Shaq
They just tell me I talk too much, bro
You know
I've been thinking
I think we focused on
We focused on too much of the shit that don't matter
And we not focused on the shit that really matters
This money, that shit great
What's the money if you ain't got your family
What's the money if you ain't got your closest friends
People that love you and supposed to care about you
What's the good if you lose them
You got kids
What you gonna do without your kids
It's loyalty