There ain’t a French bottle we ain’t pop A fresh article we ain’t cop Benz top that we ain’t dropped And dress model we ain’t knock Festival we ain’t rocked Destined to be this hot To the best of my knowledge Rest of them average, that’s saying a lot But if you taking stock And you don’t save a spot for the forsaken lot From the baking hot, land of the slaver’s dock That’s your prerogative, we polar opposites I’m from the continent of poverty and long walk accomplishments Where former heroes give birth to spoiled rotten kids The opulent meet the poor cleaning their offices We push rocket ships like Elon Musk charge the whip But still stuck in shit, cuz we don’t got a pot to piss in Say God forgives as you give the church half your shit I’m bugging, still we can’t tell a pastor from a pimp It’s Roman Catholic, it’s Anglican, it’s African tribesmen Migrant, shit, it’s masked men kidnapping kids I say South Africa, you think Trevor, I think Nelson It’s half apparent, you getting mixed messages I say Nigeria, you think Fela, I think Delta It’s past and present, blurry as an impressionist Sway, I put your certified hyenas in elephant graves I’m punching way above the ceiling you said is the grade This is the red letter day, show’ em how a vet is made Last time somebody spit this fire, David Blaine These ready-made superstars, with tattoos and scars And you think they can save face with a few bars They lukewarm, I’m in true form 38 like Jordan in Utah, killing them with the flu shot Strus God, that means trust me, I’m nutty as RuPaul But I wear out a pussy like King Jaffe in New York What could you do bro? When I promise you all the smoke I am so Calvin Broadus to Snoop Dogg This is the diary of a mad man Who should’ve been stamped champ but I wrote above their heads like Anne Frank Fam, I’m a GI-ant amongst ants, like the tyrant from Baghdad Who sayin’ (Hussein) I can’t hang on camera? Grew up on Hammers, M16 Hammers No dances, miss me with MC Hammer I’m a Kool G Rap alumni, these my handlers The kufi Nas from NY, Jesus medallion Reading Langston Hughes, el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz and them, shit In the pocket like the Audubon assassin They gon’ photograph a African prototype of a starving kid But not show you the royal blue Aston Martin whip It’s complicated, and fuck vibranium, Educate ‘em We got ghettos too, and they orange-juice concentrated But Bo Brady said be measured in your actions Give them honey and pain, happiness and the anguish Like when Tony got the flooded Roley and we called it hope For all the times the po-po had my folks against the ropes For all the times we drove a shawty out to Marie Stopes And all the ones we almost broke, but still be calling hoes They fall for men who end up teachin’ em the rope or dope These are the broken homes we from It ain’t sweet like it’s marijuana leaves highs Like Maradona sniff white Strangled by a short leash, my mama hold the fist tight Tell a bigot, he can suck and lick a piss pipe Cuz we gon get the level up and win in this life I’m from the real south, not the fried catfish, Killer Mike… I mean a township, real south Where blacks go through hardships like a roundtrip flight It’s bad shit backwards for the wrong skin type And I’m disliked, but I don’t give too many fucks When they set the bar, I look back and tell’ em where it was This shit ain’t for everyone, second cousin and aunt Taking a dump on the culture for a radio chart But I ain’t mad at you might even dance to it And half the world can watch me, Thanos, snap to it
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