BABY JESUS

yo we got old heads ready to pick the pen up and rap again

we told them wack muhfuckas this shits a wrap for them

seen my peers achieve great things stood up and clapped for them

I would bet it all on gang, whatever contest or game

put up some racks for them, pull up the strap for them

and cap it no cap for them.. they see what’s happening

the game was out of hand we subbed in and brought it back for them

on some Kobe, Shaq, Phil Jack and them.. tryna master zen

fine line where the crying starts and the laughter ends

y’all don’t feel me you busy out chasing after trends

y’all no street fighters you only mastered Ken

I’m nice with Vega but this ain’t Sega

don’t play like I never claimed my greatness trust me you can’t pretend

I want my flowers delivered now, just stamp and send

I’m talking gold, myrrh, frankincense.. like baby Jesus

Jesus.. Jesus..

shit I’m guilty, I mean all hands dirty, my God, Lord have mercy

my grind has no limit I’m just like Percy

what ever a **** said won’t hurt me

my goons’ll make you run suicides, If not you’ll get gurkst in the burpee

remember, Martin Luther King said he had a dream

but I’m more Malcolm, tryna be the head of my regime

I’m cold hearted, please don’t ask me where I done left the love

we didn’t have food we had to go to the breakfast club

shit, and you can call me your emperor

catching alley oops like kemp and them

but still a demon yout like the exorcist

none of lil **** could eff with him

look at the way I float off the ground

shit my code isn't found

not a role model, I sold you a pound

and when ribs touch, shit, I would’ve stole me a pound

uh.. got em on stand by If I choose to merk

so if it’s between God or the streets you better choose the church

God forbid we have to show you how the tooly work

infinity stone in my head but I ain’t Uzi Vert