Chapter 2: Meaningful Violence

– Hey, you won't judge me, aight? At least I'm getting pay

– Son, you would think of what you doing to our people! They put that junk in your systems!

– Pop, I'm just giving them exactly what they want! You understand? If they don't get it from me, they just gon' get it from someone like down the street? Besides, the kids love it!

Yeah

The biggest T

Baby, I'm the worst of the best

Maybe, I'm the best of the worst

Can't figure guess whatever come first

I got a dangerous thirst

I starve, my hunger a curse

My scars was giving them birth

My god, it's different to yours

That's why the image is perfect

That's why ya'll **** is hurt

My tribes cries is covered in dirt

But when the whites cry it's labelled as urgent

Why sign? No label deserve

My style, my way with the words

It's 10k I got ya'll bitch **** hurt

We in ALC kitchen, season rhythm with slurs

Still 16th street and keep the heat, same **** I was

Out in Venice Beach with it, got this shit off the curb

Hand to hand, hit my phone make a purchase

I ship the whole thang, alert me

I believe in God, but please don't church

Got a 30 by my dip, hope police don't search

What you in a rush for?

What, you tryna meet your maker, darling?

Or are you runnin' out of time, huh?

But time ain't even real, you really need to chill

It's all an illusion

You gettin' mixed up in the fusion

Whatever it is you tryna see

You can sit down and just believe