Huaraches

Yo Y, yeah If it ain't 'bout the green like a Benetton logo I got no interest like a credit card promo Fourth and inches, better call Romo I always shoot first - Han Solo Obi Wan Shinobi with the Force of the Wu-Tang I'm tryin' pull up in the Porsche or the Mulsanne I'ma need a fortune by Tuesday I'm buy-polar, only money makes my mood change Blue face hunnids by the bundle in the suitcase 'Cause I was raised in the jungle with a few apes Every day, had to navigate a new maze A few days, had no sugar for the Kool-Aid You two faced, got no time for a fake fan No Diddy, but I stay tryin' to make bands They been throwin' shade, no Ray-Bans Just because we're blood doesn't mean we relate, fam (We don't relate) Might be the greatest that you never heard A clever nerd, got 'em hangin' on my every word They're self-preserved, makin' statements that are well rehearsed Never felt the urge to squeal; bitch, I never turned And if I get the deal, then it's well deserved Tryin' to sell a verse for real just to quell the thirst Never had to steal, wasn't sellin' birds The paddy wagon and the hearse had me well deterred Growin' up mama taught me that jail's scary If you got the bail carried, that'll tip the scales barely If I don't succeed, at least I'll fail fairly Fourth quarter, Aaron Rodgers with the hail mary No Mr. Rogers in my neighborhood Commence the robbin' for a greater good They're committin' fraud just to say they could They pillow talk so their broads give away the goods That'll lead to your demise quick The game is to be sold, not told; check the fine print Used to write rhymes on the T-Mobile Sidekick I've been live since 9-6 on the rhyme tip I just wanted to rap like Shawn Carter They wanna put me on the path to a blonde martyr I bomb harder than most, plus I'm a lot smarter They want me to sell my soul, that's a non-starter Learn to separate fact from fiction That's how I know that these rappers fibbin' They rats and snitches that blab specifics And turn their backs on past tradition Committin' acts of rap sedition A flash in the pan like a batch of biscuits The shit you're saying on wax is different Than the life that you actually have been livin' I don't have prescriptions or a Xan addiction No Actavis in the glass I'm sippin' No activist, what I'm demanding is The abolition of a damaged system My niece shouldn't have had to see her dad in prison Over guns and drugs and bad decisions Try to make it disappear like a damn magician But we can't forget and we can't forgive 'em I'm tryin' to do the math, addition Watch the numbers goin' up like a statistician I'm tryin' my best to subtract division And bring the unity back that's missin' My community's a tad bit different Santa Claus don't come back to visit Don't attack the cause, they attack the symptom Attach their claws to the backs of victims No pacifist, I'll grab the Smith and Wesson Turn his chest into hash and grits for breakfast I'm a sadomasochistic legend I got the cannabis connection They been stackin' bricks like Tetris Sorry, we don't flap our lips, detective I don't know where he ran or which direction I ain't takin' the stand to give confession They can make your life a livin' hell I don't really like to kiss and tell I'd rather lie than snitch to 12 I'd rather die than sit in jail I'ma grab the .9, forget the bail I know the conequences well I hope that commonsense prevails I'll watch my competition fail Now these rappers wanna go Tekashi Ain't a rapper young or old can stop me The flow's berserk, I've been told I'm cocky I show my work so these clones can copy You'll never be me, your flow is sloppy I'm reporting the facts like Hoda Kotb Don't make it off of rap, get the coke from papi I skate with a stick for a goal, it's hockey You don't wanna be a foe of Nati When I load the shotty, start blowin' bocce Sized holes through the side of your old jalopy Hop out the bush in an ode to Bonnie And Clyde, I slide with the .40 on me Fold ya body like origami Raised in a zoo where we go Jumanji Ten toes down, bitch, both Huaraches