(This is the part, where i boast)
Been in that casket, pen in my pocket
Paper stories, lotta gossip
Please stay away from the nonsense
I been in my heavy type a conscience
Congress tripping over prospects, yeah I know it be me
It get messy when I tapped in, rap then dawg
Remember when I last did that?
You ain't even do it right, so back to the job
I jot, yeah
Yeah, why you gotta be up in the past though?
Pass notes, I don't miss a thing or a typo
Telling everybody in the studio to pass go
Crazy isn't crazy if you seen it your whole life though dawg
How do I show them my reality?
How do I be myself without the king?
It isn't possible, stop with the-
(Stop with the)
Stop for a pit stop, been a while
Looked around for a pitch, stop
Pitched I think, everyone apart of a group been in their own lane
Then act fake, acting like they need a group of high names, no
But does it even matter anymore?
Rich, keep the riches from the poor
"Sorta wealthy", wasn't in my stores
How am i supposed to be somebody on the top?
Drop your album for a day but i bet your bottom i'll flop
Peep a corner with a bunch of more of those at the drop
I go home, but my home is not a house but I go
Anyways look both ways, got to prepare songs
Beneficial to people prophesying over the wrong thing
Looking around the pope, where the pope go?
Listen to folks around the globe, it's a folklore
How could you be in the game without the lord?
Yeah you right i have to get right back to the game of thorns
Thorns around my body, only Jesus is the only door
Door opened, but only a few are chosen to wield the weapon
To me and my pride, the person with less of brethren
Has more to gain then nothing, cause he is risen
Yes, he is risen, why is you tripping?
I got to go harder when I'm with the father
Yeah, i'm livid, living now
But does it even matter anymore?
Rich, keep the riches from the poor
"Sorta wealthy", wasn't in my stores
Been in that casket, pen in my pocket
Paper stories, lotta gossip
Please stay away from the nonsense
I been in my heavy type a conscience
Congress tripping over prospects, yeah I know it be me
It get messy when I tapped in, rap then dawg
Remember when I last did that?
You ain't even do it right, so back to the job
I jot, yeah
Yeah, why you gotta be up in the past though?
Pass notes, I don't miss a thing or a typo
Telling everybody in the studio to pass go
Crazy isn't crazy if you seen it your whole life though dawg
How do I show them my reality?
How do I be myself without the king?
It isn't possible, stop with the-
(Stop with the)
(Gang)