Test
Test, test, test
That’s better
I gotta hold it here
And it’ll be good
Can I like lean back?
Oh sh#t!
The heart, soul, brains
And the feet of the beat
Let the, rhythm
Repeat
And repeat
And repeat
And if you have to die
Just to start a religion
Or change a tradition
Or end the racism
That is evidently happening
Politicians capping and
Cops run into homies trapping
Money hungry, they’re not fasting
No
I wanna be the first to know
I’ll be the first to ask
Would the cop not shoot
Causе I’m not black?
Let that sink in
Like an anchor off a fishing boat
Some of my homiеs do sh#t that
I wish they won’t
Broke the bank on a castle
Now they have a shitty moat
Is there anyone who can keep the city afloat?
f#ck the city bro
There are people who have power
That kinda gotta be moved immediately yo
It’s kind of shitty though
We disrespecting the whole
Motherf#cking meaning of the Statue of Liberty bro
These boots were made for walking
These boots were made for walking
Why the f#ck am I still f#cking talking?
I’m gonna disappear, buy a house in the Balkans
But you gon’ find me cause you stalking
Flying like a falcon with eyes of an eagle
Ain’t seen no f#cked up sh#t, unless you count Omegle
Ha, oh my god!
7th grade, flashbacks, in the bas#ment
Seeing was believing brag about it the next day sh#t
Now I’m working day shifts
Ain’t gonna stop until my bank account
Looks like the numbers screen from the matrix
Basics
I feel invincible, somebody better show me
Where my superhero cape is
What you wanna call me is what I am
Thank my father for loving the son I am
Shot more accurate, than one-eyed man
Jordan with ball, down the lane, one hand jam
There’s a party at the pool
Imma piss in the piscina
Walk out, photoshoot ready
Magazine, uh
Weather through the storm, I got Sandy
No Katrina
In the back of the class
Laughing loud like hyenas
Saying f#ck school
f#ck this
Imma do some dumb sh#t
Dipped from the rest of the class
I’m on the run, b#tch
You can live monotonous lives
I’m doing fun sh#t
Scratching at the top of my head
Like Questlove’s pick
I think I’m the lord of the rap game
I ain’t no king
But I got a little something
At least, I think
Making music, I don’t really wanna
See my shrink
Keep it real highkey
I just do my thing
I think I’m the lord of the rap game
I ain’t no king
But I got a little something
At least, I think
Making music, I don’t really wanna
See my shrink
Keep it real highkey
I just do my thing
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