[Verse]
Funeral service I'm down for watching a party die
My black Air Force energy came in a perfect size
Glorifying murder all the time and won't hurt a fly
The way we send that, you might want to sit close to Kai
Truthfully, the endgame is near all of the coaches lie
Fashion in a weird place now, they dressing like homeless guys
Based on the complexion it could feel like rules don't apply
A game full of I-O-U's and R-O-I's
Seeing you leave an imprint, they forcing you to improvise
Wе close to the hip and you know it, check on your lowеst spine
I just left the laundromat now I'm left to unfold the lies
Don't only speak when it's bout the chicken, they let your vocals fry
Relationships are compromised, I'm competent I comprehend
The higher ups move like the clan, your bank account they chiming in
Kind of got a ring to it don't it? Is you a boxing fan?
The only time I fuck with pigs is when I'm bout to cop again
Selfishness and split shows, who really gives a damn?
They tell you you should flip on your dawg and stick the land
Encourage all the youth to be junkies, hit the 'Gram
Made it, now you need a TikTok hit, "N***a, dance!"
They been wearing Chrome Heart to cover their bad hearts
After a long day work they finally take their mask off
I hate how they did Nip', you see how they whacked Dolph
Your hometown's a death wish, the culture is at fault
And I'm not saying don't make slide music, I do it
I'm just saying if you tell them sell keys, fine tune it
Or tell them what you really spending all your time doing
They looking at you like a conduit
It's like you got to be ignorant if you want to speak to the masses
Hidden agendas are everywhere like English classes
I hate that all the gatekeepers gave out their secret passwords
Now every n***a and their baby mama think they rappers
Phony handshakes in all white parties, I hate the structure
And we wonder why these rappers on pills 'cause they suffering
Have you hemmed up? I can't get accustomed I'm moving upward
I think it's time the fake jewels on 'em get readjusted
Flexing on n***as don't build up muscle
It's not enough Craigs and way too many Chris Tuckers
The West Coast culture never buffered
Don't act like there wasn't a time when everybody who rhymed
And made beats wanted the secret formula and found out it was Mustard
"Shit, you better catch up, n***a"
Label this verse your credit karma
Culture is currency, street credit in the 700s
At least go gold if you going to be out here just leprechaunin'
I come from the bottom, bitch, but I've been upper echelon-ing
Type shit, I should make all of you pussies kiss the ring
Felonies, a DJ couldn't even make my record clean
From a place where it ain't even safe to dream
Buck 50 chiseled off their self-esteem
I never trust a bitch who wake up and she call me king
Spent a hundred on the Chamberlain, off the hook, Kareem
[Outro]
Yuh
And the n***a talkin' 'bout
N***as talkin' 'bout "It's sleepy music"
You n***as just ain't woke enough
Stupid ass n***as