i talked to god but he ain't tell me much
the devil gripping on my shoulder with a healthy clutch
i mussel up because the shells'll bust
the block is hot that's why them cells see us
ayo it's death before dishonor never call a judge your honor bruh
behead the king and make a soccer ball for my commoners
my uzi weigh a huey new-ton you can check the baramoter
but kamala would rather see us in a cell like mitochondria
we lighting candles every week a different Hanukkah
Police is on the the streets they rolling deeper than the mafia
an ounce of weed is all they need to put it in ya yamaka
but we know who really moving the keys like a Yamaha
i'm outta kindness
im tired a spineless liars
your highness your iris biased
we riot cause testifiers
accuse us and gentrify us
im shooting don't test this fire
i prove it with rocket science
i ain't rocking with the master's plan
from 3 fiths we still half a man
i'm packing in my bag again
they pack us in the back of vans
attaking on afghanistan
they strapping for the taliban
but slap me with a half a mil for bail
because im african