Tryna live clean
I’m stuck between
P Valley and Lovecraft Country
Look like it’s
magic up in her monkey
Tricks turn junky
If money is throwin
It’s easy to get a crowd when 2s a company
They all want they bills paid
Blazin highgrade
Seen the most pretty on the blade
Usually I’m out the way
Life is like box chocolates
Nah, it’s like arcade
Gotta drop a quarter to play
another to continue
Money matrix
See the truth is gon Offend you
The broke stay broke
So fellowship wit kinfolk
All business is politics
Need that independent vote
Left and right the same bird
All I need is one stone
Not the consumer, you a product
And the product is a hoe
And a hoe tell everything
So keep it player
Only votin for Stix
and Butta as the Mayor
And vote myself as a King
Made a throne out a chair
Thoughts become things
hunnid grand out the air
From not bein platonic with these dreams
I was fuckin up the stairs
The only way up
bust a nut when I get there
Sacrificed a couple Js
But No creases in my new pair
Work around the clock
No time is square
tryna bless my heirs
With inheritance that’s far from despair
Day drinkin but My drink don’t need daycare
In the LA sun with Day 1s it’s all cheers
Samson wit long hair
Strong as Dibia$e snare
They can see and feel this product for all the impaired
Manage my affairs in private No public shares
Til we get there
to pass the silverware
Silver spoon for my children here

I won’t change
I won’t change
Need big dreams
to take up both lanes
I won’t change
I won’t change
Everything I learned
Made it all so plain
So tell me what it look like
Better hold ya gun tight
Shooting every shot that’s in sight
Ain’t gotta worry it feel like
Know the black man plight
Doing everything to make it alright