Ain't given a moment to relax
If given a moment I relapse
Ain't gotta problem with hollering shalom when Solomon’s
All in the bottom of three texts
Gotta know how to follow the pretext
When they all on Apollo no Greek text
Gott’em throwing they bodies right off of the bridge with the kids yelling momma now me next
Gonna build a tower now they gonna make us climb it
They gonna bill us for every dull minute of blindness stating our ills are behind us
I’m from the States where we fill up with violence
L got a tank I’ma spill in your climate
We all afraid to evolve when our faith is involved
Cus we’d hate to believe we we’re primates
But we still beating our chest daily
Got that freedom to go beat a man to death on TV
Got that eagle in the sky cus the desert never lies
But it’s eye is too evil for the breast I see
Gotta hand on Janet’s damn it gonna make’em panic
And it’s in a state where they incarcerate at a rate you could state as manic
They share a boarder a culture and language but still can’t relate to hispanics
Now I ain't talking bout all of’em no sir and thank you I say to a hate you can’t manage
Now I can escape with my manners but I can’t escape what a man is
We made him an animal showed him a cannon ball you ain't escaping the manor
Now could you relate to the Tanner’s or could they have made them more tanner
If you could relate then I’m sorry I know that your probably hating my grammar
Generations you still Caitlyn Jenner hatin
You still painting saints against the walls though men enslaved had made them
You designed it can’t define it why you blind without a light lit
You reliant on a science you can’t wait to blame on satan
You put your hand up on the Bible then they put the Bible on us
Like a tyrant upon us or a tyrannosaurus then they say it walked with man
And how their science supports it but it’s still the same old hand
That’s made to lie and face the chorus
Hide the wine replace the cork cus they say ain't no time made for us
Why would I go raise a sword when I could write a mighty fortress
And go ride into the story with a cape I made from wool
To fight that Tiger in the forest or should I say the woods
You shine a light on who he’s banging yes the truth is in the goods
Tried to get Nike for the hanging yes like shoes in Inglewood
They said winning takes care of everything it’s true and understood
Cus they let it fall in Bangladesh the roof was made of wood
See how I used those three woods in a fairway
Thought I hit it good but I couldn’t get no airplay
Lost my best balls tryna focus on the green
Couldn’t see I was headed toward a damn rake
Little humor little better got a man so quick and clever
Gotta do stand up to get a hand up making a brand of this guilty pleasure
Gotta get a car alarm for my Lambo gotta get rid of this filthy sweater
I need all the awards you can hand over Marlon Brando and Littlefeather
Now look back at that award show no grin fast pace
To when that crook Mack took four of those all wins and a happy face
Got shook after they forced the vote to put the pimp back in that last place
And he stood their acting like it’s your’s yo but the shits still sittin’ in his glass case
Now who am I to judge I ain't a humble man
I ain't a beast neither more like a gun in hand
Calling it a peace keeper I ain't tryna snub a man
Cus six shots ain't enough mother fucker