[Verse: Kenneth Callier]
Yeah
The crucifix the only time they do uplift
Niggas don’t wanna see a nigga risin’ through his shit
They rather tear you down, force armor that ware you down
Then convince the ground you more like Lucifer doin’ shit
Yeah
Would you believe it; I’m used to this stupid shit
Look at his hands: he got his bruises provin’ shit
I built a reputation on saving a reputation from niggas that’s steady hatin' accusing amusin' shit
Yeah
I’m just sayin’
That’s a lot on yo name
People turn up they nose when aroma is not the same
Mm
Now you in yo feelin's, it's known that you got a stain
Mm
How you chasin' ceilings; you holdin’ all of that shame
Yeah
Kenny The Oracle; he know that you care
Them niggas shorted you soon as you thought you showed 'em yo share
But try me; I’m not imploring that you go unprepared
This shit is portable; I could lift it and go wit you there
For real
Don’t step too close or you gon’ find
A pretty tech wit the scope to make you go blind
I mean (solo’d) the vest is bespoke wit the Hugo pine
I mean (solo’d) the neck got the choke wit’ the two-tone shine
For real…
I seen it all, closed eyes then dreamed it all
I been a part of scenes you niggas ain’t never seen at all
I spoke the pain, saw the blood, heard the screams and all
You niggas don’t wan' grow nothin’, unless it’s green involved
Make a list to prove me wrong and I’ll read ‘em off
‘Magine weeding off the Nigga that you was feeding off
It’s cool
I pour the wine while the breeze evolve
After the smoke is the only time we get the weed involved
Ugh
Ibuprofen and Tylenol, shit that I dissolve
It’s a small world after all
After all of the… binge drinking and alcohol
Shit now I’m appalled; a celebratory Mazel tov
Mazel tov to all the feelings that’s not been solved
Me and myself been indirectly having dialogue
Therapy sessions; I open up n try and solve
After I resolve tear-drops that got me drying off
Ugh
But maybe not the goal
Now he long-faced like Jamie Foxx in Soul
Chasing after-rain, he claim it’s pots of gold
He’on wanna cop the chain; he rather cop the coal
Ask who the blame like he ain’t got control
Bask in the flame like heat’ll stop the cold
He ask for the rain so he could wash his soul
But the passion and pain the reason not to fold
‘Magine a Nigga tryna gatekeep me
You tryna lift his sun, he tryna make you reach
You tryna help him win, he tryna claim defeat
You plant 8 new seeds, he want you 8 feet deep
As the world turns
How could you bachata while half of your world burns?
Tryna hide the truth like African girl perms
Shame at how these Niggas turn backs on they own terms
Immaculate how they learn
Imagine showing concern;
Then a Nigga tell you he rather if you adjourn...
Shoulda known that you wasn’t passionate ‘bout the firm
The nerve of you to give but a fraction of what you earned
What happened to your return?
Robin and Givin’ the model; these bitches trippin’
You talkin’ down on me but the problem is how you switchin'
I spent the whole summer in slalom for yo conviction
I should print the invoice wit’ a column for yo tuition
Now let’s address the elephant in its position
I might’ve caught feelings, but bottled ‘em wit volition
You started acting weird and that's part of why I was distant
I ain’t wit’ all that existing on part of a contradiction
Yeah
If it’s the pride; you swallowed that in the kitchen
Playing both sides is what started the opposition
You shoulda prayed to Allah before harping on yo decision
But yo insecurity is the product of who you picking
Bismillah
I welcome conversation...
Why all the saturation of hate in my generatiion?
Love and admiration the scariest combination
If it lead to jealousy and resentment in yo relations
Yeah
You wanna know what’s really awkward to state?
How many niggas I know I lapped by walkin in place
You think he tripping, I know it’s facts; it’s all in they pace
The way he glisten; they hope he cracks, it’s all in they face
Langston views but they claim he never try enough
Can raisins in the sun turn grape; after drying up?
In Jesus name, pour the wine; now we liven up
Both doors of the church should be open the way they lining up
We was only kids but I would serve as the bridge
For drug niggas wit' bids to nerds that always hid:
Absurd how we would live
Now anecdotes wit’ many words is how I give
Y’all heard ‘bout what he did
Yeah
The crucifix the only time they do uplift
Niggas don’t wanna see a nigga risin’ through his shit
They rather tear you down, force armor that ware you down
Then convince the ground you more like Lucifer doin’ shit
Yeah
Would you believe it; I’m used to this stupid shit
Look at his hands: he got his bruises provin’ shit
I built a reputation on saving a reputation from niggas that’s steady hatin' accusing amusin' shit
Yeah
I’m just sayin’
That’s a lot on yo name
People turn up they nose when aroma is not the same
Mm
Now you in yo feelin's, it's known that you got a stain
Mm
How you chasin' ceilings; you holdin’ all of that shame
Yeah
Kenny The Oracle; he know that you care
Them niggas shorted you soon as you thought you showed 'em yo share
But try me; I’m not imploring that you go unprepared
This shit is portable; I could lift it and go wit you there
For real
Don’t step too close or you gon’ find
A pretty tech wit the scope to make you go blind
I mean (solo’d) the vest is bespoke wit the Hugo pine
I mean (solo’d) the neck got the choke wit’ the two-tone shine
For real…
I seen it all, closed eyes then dreamed it all
I been a part of scenes you niggas ain’t never seen at all
I spoke the pain, saw the blood, heard the screams and all
You niggas don’t wan' grow nothin’, unless it’s green involved
Make a list to prove me wrong and I’ll read ‘em off
‘Magine weeding off the Nigga that you was feeding off
It’s cool
I pour the wine while the breeze evolve
After the smoke is the only time we get the weed involved
Ugh
Ibuprofen and Tylenol, shit that I dissolve
It’s a small world after all
After all of the… binge drinking and alcohol
Shit now I’m appalled; a celebratory Mazel tov
Mazel tov to all the feelings that’s not been solved
Me and myself been indirectly having dialogue
Therapy sessions; I open up n try and solve
After I resolve tear-drops that got me drying off
Ugh
But maybe not the goal
Now he long-faced like Jamie Foxx in Soul
Chasing after-rain, he claim it’s pots of gold
He’on wanna cop the chain; he rather cop the coal
Ask who the blame like he ain’t got control
Bask in the flame like heat’ll stop the cold
He ask for the rain so he could wash his soul
But the passion and pain the reason not to fold
‘Magine a Nigga tryna gatekeep me
You tryna lift his sun, he tryna make you reach
You tryna help him win, he tryna claim defeat
You plant 8 new seeds, he want you 8 feet deep
As the world turns
How could you bachata while half of your world burns?
Tryna hide the truth like African girl perms
Shame at how these Niggas turn backs on they own terms
Immaculate how they learn
Imagine showing concern;
Then a Nigga tell you he rather if you adjourn...
Shoulda known that you wasn’t passionate ‘bout the firm
The nerve of you to give but a fraction of what you earned
What happened to your return?
Robin and Givin’ the model; these bitches trippin’
You talkin’ down on me but the problem is how you switchin'
I spent the whole summer in slalom for yo conviction
I should print the invoice wit’ a column for yo tuition
Now let’s address the elephant in its position
I might’ve caught feelings, but bottled ‘em wit volition
You started acting weird and that's part of why I was distant
I ain’t wit’ all that existing on part of a contradiction
Yeah
If it’s the pride; you swallowed that in the kitchen
Playing both sides is what started the opposition
You shoulda prayed to Allah before harping on yo decision
But yo insecurity is the product of who you picking
Bismillah
I welcome conversation...
Why all the saturation of hate in my generatiion?
Love and admiration the scariest combination
If it lead to jealousy and resentment in yo relations
Yeah
You wanna know what’s really awkward to state?
How many niggas I know I lapped by walkin in place
You think he tripping, I know it’s facts; it’s all in they pace
The way he glisten; they hope he cracks, it’s all in they face
Langston views but they claim he never try enough
Can raisins in the sun turn grape; after drying up?
In Jesus name, pour the wine; now we liven up
Both doors of the church should be open the way they lining up
We was only kids but I would serve as the bridge
For drug niggas wit' bids to nerds that always hid:
Absurd how we would live
Now anecdotes wit’ many words is how I give
Y’all heard ‘bout what he did
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