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My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds
I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd
This world is changing right in front of me
Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
(I'm high, so I said it like that)
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (uh)
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (yeah, uh)
Please believe these flows teach egos to freeze and then recede
I'm C4 beneath your Jeep
The second you turn that keyhole, then he blows your weak flows right out the water
The father, boy, I work smarter and harder
My style got a restraining order, don't bother
I charter unseen territories in order to push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of
I caught a lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs
When I rock, thot turns to goddess
Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible
My hands are full with grands I pulled from stanzas, no, I can't go slow
I'm Sandra Bull, either proceed with speed or don't breathe
There's no creed or color that won't heed to the warning
The planet'll shake when I'm performing
Tectonic plates from a place where Tecs on their waist
So stay safe, or get left with chest on your face
As death waits for your last of breath, I'ma pass the test
Yes, I'm a master chef
Want a taste, then pay for it
They claim they're real, but they're seldom straightforward
The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame
I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang
The flow changed, but Jermaine's the same, I'm Plain Jane
Not a chain on my neck, but shine like baguettes
A shame, not a flex, to rhyme like the rest
My mind's quite depressed if I don't write these
I'm Spike Lee of the audio, back in my barrio
Parties got shot up, so I built up all my cardio
Dodge shells, collect coins like I'm Mario
But this is not a gaming experience, I'm serious, nigga
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
(I'm high, so I said it like that)
(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (uh)
(Straight up) straight up, straight up (yeah)
My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds
I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd
This world is changing right in front of me
Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be
I'm that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed Trump
The gun that jammed 'cause it seemed God had other plans
The Son of Man extending his hand to Son of Sam
In forgiveness, for all of the homicides we witnessed
The overdramatized, the traumatized with sickness
Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness
And served on a plate with sirloin steak
To billionaires who don't care the world's gon' break
Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit
One man gains it soon as the next man lost it
There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk
But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses
'Cause greed is a poisonous seed, indeed
As it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees
I proceed with caution, and I'm not flossing
Unlike some, I'm not defined by my fortune
I'm defined by rhymes, though I'm in my prime
There was times that I was down 'cause I'd thought I'd lost it
But no, low and behold, as my poetry grows
I give all glory to God as the story unfolds
And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show
Ain't no time limit to get it, you ain't never too old
So keep hold of your dreams, no matter how it seems
If you don't water your lawn, well, then it won't stay green
I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen their dad shares
Cashiers replaced by machines
Don't buy, subscribe so you can just stream your content
Like rent, you won't own a thing
Before long, all the songs the whole world sings'll be generated by latest of AI regimes
As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream
From the wayside, "Ayy, whatever happened to human beings?"
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (I'm high, so I said it like that)
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (uh)
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (yeah)
My niggas be smoking on something loud