Alcatraz

Wait

Planning my escapism, twisted labrums, and I’m sickened to my stomach, turn out rugged and I’m drugged to my mind, that’s why i fucking wrote them some, harvesting for opium, labels signing for my sicker flows, my hoes go show them some

And that’s how everything goes, got my arm and hammer sipping, baking up some locust soda, y’all thought you was crafting meth inside of a warehouse, girl got a purse for her new occasions, and a week later we’ll have separations

Still paying dividends from August 11th, shit i forget the date

But i guess everyone’s gon make mistakes, im on the board like making office dates, shit i be off the fucking cake, somebody grab my pimpin’ cane

We need some murder, never forget the date

Lets get some motherfucking murder on

All of these fuckers wrong, we singing table songs while we eating fucking Parmesan, was never fond of the system, dishing out predicaments and rhythms

At the end, won’t know what hit em

I told them all, i swear to god, I’m getting sick of them

They all be talking bullshit ‘bout me like i don’t listen, oh my fuck, the only way your popular is if your rich or your the only one that’s dropping bars, yo, yo

So bars the only thing that I left

I never left like Mos Def, even after fucking switching names

Predicting stuff like the bible guy with my middle name

And if there’s chaos on equinox, who the fucks to blame?

Look, I’m lousy and I’m ratchet, love god and I am catholic, but if someone talks shit, i swear to god, I’ll fucking slap them

I shot a couple times, and in the first half, we all had ‘em

And then I let him go or he’d be sleeping in a casket

Dipped out the scene for some paper, they say them drugs don’t make em better, anywhere or anytime, call em out and I will break they spine

Super fine, I’m classic like a bitch

I said i was in the midst of the mid, now ain’t that some shit?

It’s the damn policeman

Coming in for DUIs but instead you dumped yo’ 3 grand

Ain’t it kinda stupid that you wasted your career?

On some shit you could’ve fixed instead of fishing for an ear?

That’s the thing, rather rot instead of paying off some crazy shit

Stare at amazement that they’re dying in the matrixes

Ain’t that amazing shit? All these rappers fake and shit

We live in a simulation, so, will we ever make this shit?

I be out here hustling, they throwing hissy fits

But i will swing at paparazzi for some crazy shit

What did you admit? I didn’t hear none of that brazy shit

But that’s the thing, y’all hear one thing and go some crazy shit

There’s a bunch of my defenders that i fucking love

Never ever thought my rap name fit like OJ’s glove

I’m rapping to please the rappers above

And i don’t want no money shit, i want approval from the ones, damn

Made it out the Alcatraz

I made it out the Alcatraz