Beautiful Gravesites
I ain't gon' play with you
Yeah, made this dope but
It wasn't china white, i'm kind of nice
It's kind of like Jackson, Jordan
Tyson when I find a mic i bake my own pie
You still tryna find a slice
Sold your soul for an easy break
That's Elijah Price
Line of sight through these niggas
Who missed the Glass reference
Whole life I trained to be clutch
Won't fear my last seconds
Past lessons taught me how to
Get my bags healthy and I never had to blow
Like the brass section
I just knew I would win as a hood kid
But growing up in the projects
Was like them hood films just more gory
I know some stories that shook limbs
But this is why I'm hot
It's like I booked Mims
A good kid in this mad
City that's mad gritty ask the locals
They'll probably tell you it's mad litty
My bars be God level, they blasphemy
With the punches, this kid blackin'
Jack Dempsey them stats empty
Y'all disappear when it matters most
They had a coach and still couldn't see me
It's like I had a cloak
How I make these niggas earl
They ain't Manigault if you spoke up
You still couldn't have the flow
Bad approaches with good time and they hook
Line
And sink to the bottom as quick as they blow
Frown faces once they see
The positions we hold
Them bitches bent out of shape, Emily Rose
Woah
In the middle of strife, I appear calm
Same shirts that I stain with blood
I'll be wiping these tears on
Don't steer wrong I'm a felon
No rights but I bear arms get flared on
I bet you thought you was fightin' Amir Khan
The clear charm when I
Write with this vision, hard to recite it
Same words that bounce off you in public
Scar you in private
I'm hardly excited, you too plain
Target the pilot
Stand up niggas get hurt with
They flag like Jonathan Isaac
Your bars are misguided established
Niggas selling mixtape slots
To try to fix they spot
It's part of the virus
We partly divided, when I spit
I give you that corner field
You nothing like us, when I clutch it
Make sure your Jordans peel
For niggas throwing parties in prison
Who got that court appeal
It's more than real, he's
Strong on the tier
But how his daughter feel?
Explore the field, I ain't
Waitin' for faith, nigga
'Cause yesterday's run ain't gon'
Win you today's race, nigga
Some brave gravediggers, yay flippers
Campaigning on the ballot like Ye, nigga
Tryna get this to eight figures, yeah
I'm just tryna be great, nigga
What they give us? My grass cut
I'm watchin' these snakes slither
My vision splattered with blood
My wife and children give me strength
Guess I'm just a savage in love
Remember, those who judge should
Never matter to you
And those who matter would never judge
I need closed caskets before open doors
From where crackheads crack heads
And open sores where they killed for power
Until ghosts would form
Homies, I'm supposed to mourn but
Pardon this postpartum of this
Martyrdom where they're
Birthed into a revolution that
They never chose
Grew up cold but I never froze
Too much heat around me, no photosynthesis
'Cause when suns went down, sons went down
Death was king and guns was crowned
Murder was retirement and I screamed so much
That sirens were watching
But my end wasn't on no Mayan calendar
Living was a fight and I'm a challenger
Didn't shoot a pistol
But everybody knew my caliber
Less nine millimeter
I was nine meters away from Millers
Grandpa was a alcoholic it's hereditary
'cause now I get cheers and raise the bar
I don't know what to call it
Couldn't care if I'm relatable
Jake LaMotta without a dollar
I was made a bull
Never too comfortable, though
You can get made a fool
On blocks where danger rules
Alpo got murdered
The streets got paid in full
I don't brag, I breathe
I'm the man who made himself
More than a Moor i inhale greatness and
Exhale murdered friends, sent from above
The crime scene without a director's cut
The street cinema where a history of
Violence turned to pain and glory
Heavy is the head that was
Born to grasp the most
This ain't even a poem
These are Ransom notes
