I think it’s a little early for me to quit on you
It’s getting eerie
The city’s mine, Ima give it to God
Sanctify the flow, gotta protect the voice
Speaking for a generation, I never made the choice
I lace the verse with joy and touch upon death
I like the full range, my emotions in check
I won’t take a pill that take away the zest
The legal drug trade is slowing down breath
America’s a mess, a miracle’s required
Stocks falling like bombs in the Ukraine, I’m tired
Need to find God, ask Jesus what to do
To stop the nightmares before the come true
I have visions in my room that signify the times
These devils got the size, but I’m the zeitgeist
I won’t compare myself, this is anti-pop
Peep the counter-culture, restoring what was lost
Since Reagan was in office, trickle down economics
AKA taking what’s yours and allocate it to the top
I’m sick of private property protected by the law
When all of it been had, and then it’s passed down
But I think that this an opp-opportunity to call
The artists out to battle, show me what you got
How you gonna resign if you never thought about what you want?
‘Cuz then you’ll need a scapegoat to put the blame on
The streets are getting hot-hot, I’m talking asphalt
I’m finding new meaning in all the chaos
Woah, spark the naughtiness
Brush death then you got a kiss
You got a kiss
You got a kiss
Woah, spark the naughtiness
Brush death then you got a kiss
You got a kiss
You got a kiss
Woah, spark the naughtiness
Brush death then you got a kiss
You got a kiss
You got a kiss
Woah, spark the naughtiness
Brush death then you got a kiss
You got a kiss
You got a kiss
I’m like knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
I’m the new Jack Kerouac ran away from home
Hunting planes and trains and automobiles
I’m fighting for meals out here in the fields
I never been wack take it back, when they didn’t know
I dropped Auto-Rap moved to Atlanta to perform
Dapped up TM88 then played him my feels
Smoking weed in the dorms, cops in the peep holes
Then took a jet, LAS, Maseratis, Top Golf
We just kick back, stripper in the pool and she float
And I don’t think she made up the stories she told
About how after a show she smashed J. Bieber
You know this that fact attack, Denver Broncos
Homies with the running back, gave me keys to his home
I did what I had to stay clear of T-bones
Switching cities again to keep my songs real
I never been wack take it back pieces of the story
And I write it Jack Kerouac, ran away from home
Chasing dreams that I saw, left behind weak hoes
Knew when I succeeded that I would be grateful
And I’m grateful
Oh Lord, all praise to you
Yeah, yeah
I like how this one feels
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