[ Featuring Violetta ]
Generational wealth, niggas got no self
Had they imitation down, only difference, he won't felt
These rap niggas be side characters, cosplaying trauma
How you faking pride for numbers and switch jerseys for the commas
May god bless the hustle, touched the mic and learned to juggle
Faith in one hand, worlds weight above the other
Lost sight of who he was and hit the block like he was from it
Found his face inside the gutter and his mother couldn't stomach
Hit the summit and plummeted, Mr. Kennison
That's what you get when a rat nigga acting menacing
Say they legit but these rap niggas lack resemblance
Would you do that shit if you felt like you couldn't win with it?
I don't do most, I just do my job
Say what's on my mind and make sure its unapologetic
Difference tween the rest and me, for them the traumas been an act
It's capital business, think you steezing, have you falling from the cinematics
Like a needle on the opening incision
As he find a way to say it from the cut so you could listen
But he couldn't quite get it, so he quit and got a new bag
And now it says "I'd rather not be thuggin" on his du-rag
Working wage scraping pans in a kitchen
Who'd knew a free coke and 3-piece'd have him slipping
Shooters payed him a visit, made a hit and got a new bag
And now it says "I'd rather not be thuggin" on his du-rag
What the f*ck I need an adlib track for nigga? f*ck outta here
Ma planted a seed, my root fed by rotting trees
Took my Canon Single 8 and captured moments to appease
The forest fires, where we spill, motherf*cker I'm not ill
The environment is where living true can get you killed
Looking at the flames, botany and hate exchange
That discussion seemed appealing so I sat and scratched the page
The answers were sporadic, Gertrude Stein was prolly crackin'
Put down the hose went to the forest with more matches
Long exposition, I know
So this goes to false prophets and poets who think they all growin
The gold that they chasing is hollow without motive
Homies casket came scribed with the words "show them!"
While Mickalene Thomas collages were resonating with young artists
Left sore for simply staying honest, I still carry the bruise receive it again on Fridays
So while y'all pretend to hurt, ill limp away and do it my way
The problem with those itches they can drop your kin in ditches
Momma told me don't forget your roots while she did the dishes
My mental was conflicted, am I artist, or a classist
Started thinking bout the singles and the pen went kinda flaccid
