Mustard on the beat, ho
Loyalty, lawyer fees
Gas prices, oil fees
Passive aggressive pastors cheating you out your royalties
Whippin’ the Fivio foreign
All offers show money
More money, more problems is better than no money
Yo’ money is yo’ money, it’s not mine
So why would I rob you of yo’ manhood and yo’ grind?
Heart versus mind
Life in a times
Of S. Carter’s the reason I wrote my rhymes
This might be the perfect time when Earth aligns
Bombs goin’ off all around me, I got Durk in mind
I usually spaz’ but Beyoncé had to re-work them lines
Never know who watching thats why Malcolm had to jerk them blinds
I trust nobody
Niggas’ll kill you, leave no body
Niggas ain’t got no room key
So why they sittin’ in your lobby?
Wanna put you in a box like they know Roddy
Tryna ride a wave but these Frank Oceans so choppy
Tryna ride a wave (tryna ride a wave)
If you gon’ do that (you gon’ do that)
At least screen, “Free Max B” or somethin’ (Max B or somethin’)
When the lights turn off and the cameras go out
All your homies in the wind and the candles blown out
They spray paint over your mural, disrespect you after death
They gon’ do the same for me, I wouldn’t expect nothing less
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
R.I.P. to X, can I make music for a thug?
Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?
Say, you can’t walk in the rain without stompin’ in the mud (in the mud)
Say, you can’t walk in the rain without- (rain without)
Somebody call Kirk Franklin (somebody call Kirk Franklin)
I need a witness (I need a witness)
A witness to the unsolved murders of B.I.G. and Pac
A witness like the witness who witnessed for Nip’ and Pop
I ‘on’t care if he Jehovah’s, I ‘on’t care if he a opp
Can we really call it snitchin’ if a legend getting shot?
The plot thickens, six feet deep, the plot thickens
The AP off the wrist so the time stop tickin’
Who wake up on they last day, thinkin’ it’s they last day?
Guns still smokin’, so is the roaches in the ashtray
Longevity, I hope my opps live to seventy
I wish Bill Russell’s lifespan on all you niggas with jealousy
The rings too, Ringo Starr, that’s what I bring through
A lot of sticks and drums, stare right into the ring too (ring too)
Look right in the camera, let it ring too (let it ring)
Slugs crawlin’ out the TV like The Ring Two
Float like a butterfly, sting too
I lost my mind in the middle of the ring too
When the lights turn off and the cameras go out
All your homies in the wind and the candles blown out
They spray paint over your mural, disrespect you after death
They gon’ do the same for me, I wouldn’t expect nothing less
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
R.I.P. to X, can I make music for a thug?
Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?
Say, you can’t walk in the rain without stompin’ in the mud (in the mud)
Can’t walk in the rain and step on Virgil’s Off-White rug (Off-White rug)
It go (it go)
Heart versus mind, love on who loves you ’cause we runnin’ out of time (runnin’ out of time)
It go heart versus mind, hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doin’ nine (doin’ nine)
Heart versus mind, love on who loves you ’cause we- (’cause we-)
Heart versus mind, hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doin’ nine (nine)
Hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doin’ nine (nine)
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