We done waited way too long for the show to start...
We done got way too old for broken hearts...
Bitch I'm back wit the boom, bap, no rap cap
You niggas Assume if it ain't trap
Then it lack drip, you trippin by thinking Straxt not the illest of trillest
It's a trilogy way my story repeat through my history
Ain't no mystery scene, except the murders wit no clues
That's why I'm living lawless
In this country ain't no rules
They say that all is fair in love and war let the world choose
A Martian before Tune
I marginalize all my BMI as a Forbes move
My fourth rule never let this word make you force moves
You Can't afford to choose between yo life and what court rules
It don't produce results previously written my lord proves my ignorance
Thinking I got the plan
Meanwhile It's in his hands
Thinking back on all my struggles I can live wit how it panned out
A fan of how the land routes specific wit no hand outs
Niggas talkin bands now
Let's see how it pans out