[Verse 1]
Ghetto gospel, im hostile, making fools of all my rivals
This God grace with the earth without one disciple
Facing hurt, bittersweet hope in the bible
Forced belief, what if the fuck im being lied to
No disrespect to the two that raised me
But the research I been doing got a nigga going crazy
Hazy, atmosphere, this cat right here
Write tears, your memory, they dry right there
A man without a conscious
Is actually a man with a conscious
Who grinded, took the word truth and defined it
But in this country, thinking for yourself is like a crime bitch
I need a mami to moon me, watch sun reflect that light
I'mma be a star, illuminating the night
Motivation, resides in my saliva
So i spit, like making bodily fluids and ground touch
Nine tucked, never, why the fuckin questions
I keep em guessing, got em lost in my deception
Im a liar, no im not, wtf you talking bout talking about
Not like it matters, tell me who ur favorite rapper out
No names, this ain't a diss song, we twist strong
Practices of positive vibes, gotta decide
If i dont get outta this life, other than astral projections
Fuck pigments im best complexion
Of my ancestors, father of the human face
U chase ass, i chase cash, only comparison is pursuing the cake
I put the flame to the fronto leaf
Blazing with a freak, ay yo how her throat so deep
She remind me of ex!!! When a nigga was diggin her out
(Bleep) in her mouth, i said some shit, i said raw
For criticism purposes l, say it was a metaphor
Fuckers say i curse to much
Who they favorite rapper, of course, big, 2Pac
Who not?, two shots, few shots
Niggas got me tight
[Verse 2]
Cream of the planet
My trust can't be redeemed, if ever damaged
Im not pure, but the universe fuck with a nigga
The youth gonna really put trust in a nigga
Our role models grew up poor
Of course, college wasn't something they can afford
That's why we never looked like the teacher writng on the chalk board
Who decide my life, with grades
Trifling days, niggas had ‘da write essays (right essay)
Like catching a come up on papa on check day
Especially, chickens call him joe pesci
They dig him, buried alive, respect me
A goodfella, true wise guy, im wise guy
Sky high, on cloud nine getting radio time
Laying the dimes, hotel rooms are store counters
Press rewind if u want a supernatural encounters
Ghetto gospel, im hostile, making fools of all my rivals
This God grace with the earth without one disciple
Facing hurt, bittersweet hope in the bible
Forced belief, what if the fuck im being lied to
No disrespect to the two that raised me
But the research I been doing got a nigga going crazy
Hazy, atmosphere, this cat right here
Write tears, your memory, they dry right there
A man without a conscious
Is actually a man with a conscious
Who grinded, took the word truth and defined it
But in this country, thinking for yourself is like a crime bitch
I need a mami to moon me, watch sun reflect that light
I'mma be a star, illuminating the night
Motivation, resides in my saliva
So i spit, like making bodily fluids and ground touch
Nine tucked, never, why the fuckin questions
I keep em guessing, got em lost in my deception
Im a liar, no im not, wtf you talking bout talking about
Not like it matters, tell me who ur favorite rapper out
No names, this ain't a diss song, we twist strong
Practices of positive vibes, gotta decide
If i dont get outta this life, other than astral projections
Fuck pigments im best complexion
Of my ancestors, father of the human face
U chase ass, i chase cash, only comparison is pursuing the cake
I put the flame to the fronto leaf
Blazing with a freak, ay yo how her throat so deep
She remind me of ex!!! When a nigga was diggin her out
(Bleep) in her mouth, i said some shit, i said raw
For criticism purposes l, say it was a metaphor
Fuckers say i curse to much
Who they favorite rapper, of course, big, 2Pac
Who not?, two shots, few shots
Niggas got me tight
[Verse 2]
Cream of the planet
My trust can't be redeemed, if ever damaged
Im not pure, but the universe fuck with a nigga
The youth gonna really put trust in a nigga
Our role models grew up poor
Of course, college wasn't something they can afford
That's why we never looked like the teacher writng on the chalk board
Who decide my life, with grades
Trifling days, niggas had ‘da write essays (right essay)
Like catching a come up on papa on check day
Especially, chickens call him joe pesci
They dig him, buried alive, respect me
A goodfella, true wise guy, im wise guy
Sky high, on cloud nine getting radio time
Laying the dimes, hotel rooms are store counters
Press rewind if u want a supernatural encounters
( Wise (Bobby Newton) )
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