Uh, yeah, this beat sound like 257 black kids
Hoppin' off the P-14 bus like a universal circus clown car
Fresh braids, cuts, and kicks
Truant burner woods, exposed wrist
Gray smoke drift, stones and sticks
Sure to talk shit like he's paid to do it
Major raised within a range of ruins, wakes and viewings
Screamin', "When I really come, try kill me out the moonroof"
A real goony-goon-goon, don't overcook the noodle
Self-described revolutionaries roll in beauty still confuse me
I don't judge, still like my gold ropes dookey
New steez Four Seasons
fresh out of reasons to not fuck with you
Tough titty, I never been really that comfortable
Sun still shine, run tell mind, darkenin' your threshold
Wages a sin, held at escrow
Salt, pepper, ketchup, barbeque sauce the eggroll
Silly young redbone, lips smack deep-fried in the dead zone
Get back, we sing philosophy and hambone precise bindings
I reside inside a nigga-rigged time machine
Powered by bones of those
Who choose to survive by violent means
Plain sight, or hiding behind the scene

Whose ways are strange when it's time to survive?
Pray on the plane, get off, laugh at God
Goddamn shame, but gave him the nod
Game is the game, still slept like a log
There's two versions to this story
and mine'll bone poke through
Chip bars to which side, you not goin' very large
Bitch, you gon' die in his heart
Bitch, you gon' die in his heart
It's two versions of the story and mine'll bone poke through
Chip bars to which side, you not goin' very large
Bitch, you gon' die in his heart
Bitch, you gon' die in his heart
Abandoned mansion, squat in basement apartment
Still put on airs, flat nose turnt like your weed garbage
High ceilings, lead paint peelin', a nigga gray gardens
Dirty little stones and Antwerp, who heart darkest?
Red-light district by river boat, I went the farthest
My methods unsound, tasted all the porridge
Cave bitch slept in the bed
You know she not goin' back to the forest
His character boorish, bravado without the courage
Mar-a-Lago, hollowed amenity
Nutted, disgusted, the nerve to be disgusted
This is America, it's not for the weak of stomach
Waiting on Donald Glover outside the Dakota
I'm at the tele', waitin' for Reagan to show up
Beard had him nervous at the straw purchase
I said, "It's not like she in the burka, rest assured"
These is for regular murder, the news is all mergers
State murders, the indictment of public servants
Couple lines on former offensive lines, saw the demise
I bookmarked it for later
Doorman direct me to the service elevator
Nod, grin like you did me a favor
Neighbor smiles, it's all razors though
Eyes is laser-scanned and name-tagged
For the day we checkin' Tootsie's papers
State news stations said statements outrageous
But can't deny the charm rakish though
Whatever it take to make the playlist
Desperate to get in the Matrix
My agent an automated recording, and yes, he'll take it
Proceed with caution, though
In this climate, you should know my client's overtly racist (Oh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh