Man, I remember dappin dealers
I know that thugs don't sleep at night
And they was tryna raid the village
But we defend it with our lives
They shut us out, say we a stigma
I say our beam is ultralight
And they perceive us as some killas
But truthfully we outta sight
Bitch I die for
The art
Death come in two
Baby girl, Noah's arc
Yes i'm a fool
It behooves to be smart
But these niggas checkin pockets
For a tool
And its hard
For a nigga like I
To constantly be nullified
And still try to stay dignified
Niggas like that multiply
A Ludovico of the
Same scriptures, same pictures
Same bitches
Same mixture
Same niggas
So it's sine qua non
That i do this on my own
Never flip like palindromes
This that leave that brick and mortar
And take online classes
Just so you could practice craft
This that spend most of your
Adolescence in the crib
Because you were ashamed of your past
Self reflection in my lyrics
On the inner outs of the world
Lookin in
Got a piece of mind in every topic
Got so much on my mind
Don't know where to begin
Talkin to my shadow thinkin
He was more reliable than
The niggas i was with
Cause when the shit hit the fan
I'd manifest a random reason why
I couldn't relate
Used my knowledge as a mechanism
Similar to Gaara usin sand as a shell
Nobody ever wants to be the fool
So i'd lie and i'd cheat
To get outta hell
No this isn't Mr. Rogers, paintin
Pretty pictures and tellin you to
"Be yourself"
This that give a f*ck about a nigga
If he got a issue with the way you prevail
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Man, I remember dappin dealers
I know that thugs don't sleep at night
And they was tryna raid the village
But we defend it with our lives
They shut us out, say we a stigma
I say our beam is ultralight
And they perceive us as some killas
But truthfully we outta sight
Bitch I die for
The art
Death come in two
Baby girl, Noah's arc
Yes i'm a fool
It behooves to be smart
But these niggas checkin pockets
For a tool
And its hard
For a nigga like I
To constantly be nullified
And still try to stay dignified
Niggas like that multiply
A Ludovico of the
Same scriptures, same pictures
Same bitches
Same mixture
Same niggas
So it's sine qua non
That i do this on my own
Never flip like palindromes
This that leave that brick and mortar
And take online classes
Just so you could practice craft
This that spend most of your
Adolescence in the crib
Because you were ashamed of your past
Self reflection in my lyrics
On the inner outs of the world
Lookin in
Got a piece of mind in every topic
Got so much on my mind
Don't know where to begin
Talkin to my shadow thinkin
He was more reliable than
The niggas i was with
Cause when the shit hit the fan
I'd manifest a random reason why
I couldn't relate
Used my knowledge as a mechanism
Similar to Gaara usin sand as a shell
Nobody ever wants to be the fool
So i'd lie and i'd cheat
To get outta hell
No this isn't Mr. Rogers, paintin
Pretty pictures and tellin you to
"Be yourself"
This that give a f*ck about a nigga
If he got a issue with the way you prevail
I know that thugs don't sleep at night
And they was tryna raid the village
But we defend it with our lives
They shut us out, say we a stigma
I say our beam is ultralight
And they perceive us as some killas
But truthfully we outta sight
Bitch I die for
The art
Death come in two
Baby girl, Noah's arc
Yes i'm a fool
It behooves to be smart
But these niggas checkin pockets
For a tool
And its hard
For a nigga like I
To constantly be nullified
And still try to stay dignified
Niggas like that multiply
A Ludovico of the
Same scriptures, same pictures
Same bitches
Same mixture
Same niggas
So it's sine qua non
That i do this on my own
Never flip like palindromes
This that leave that brick and mortar
And take online classes
Just so you could practice craft
This that spend most of your
Adolescence in the crib
Because you were ashamed of your past
Self reflection in my lyrics
On the inner outs of the world
Lookin in
Got a piece of mind in every topic
Got so much on my mind
Don't know where to begin
Talkin to my shadow thinkin
He was more reliable than
The niggas i was with
Cause when the shit hit the fan
I'd manifest a random reason why
I couldn't relate
Used my knowledge as a mechanism
Similar to Gaara usin sand as a shell
Nobody ever wants to be the fool
So i'd lie and i'd cheat
To get outta hell
No this isn't Mr. Rogers, paintin
Pretty pictures and tellin you to
"Be yourself"
This that give a f*ck about a nigga
If he got a issue with the way you prevail
Writer: Jaja Robinson
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