DCR2

You gotta pay to fee to play with greatness,

The line is laid, you either gang or CHH adjacent,

It’s a scary world, stumble and you the face of Jason,

If you fall, it’s gettin’ flagrant,

If it’s ball, it’s make it, take it,

These days, it’s all elective, homie,

God is mythological,

The plan is diabolical,

It’s chronic over chronicles,

You tryna get a name? Paint your nails, dye your follicles,

You only die once, til’ them ashes turn to fossil fuel,

Hell is hot, playin’ bout the crown’ll get yo’ edges burned,

Tried to join the Social Club, ain’t talkin’ Marty next to Fern,

To dust you gon’ return, only speaking lessons learned,

Ushers and obituaries,

Tell yo’ soul to let it burn,

Press the vinyl on the record,

Might as well jus’ sketch a Urn or Kappa Alpha Psi,

Get to steppin, every letta’s earned,

Crimson fo’ tha’ fit, my suggestion is be less concerned with if you catch the alogorithm,

Prolly need to just discern ya’ corazon’,

Peter prayed the rock’ll paint a vivid picture,

Paul was wildin’ til’ he lost his eyelids n’ he needed jus a-

Lil’ direction.

A lil’ light to see tha’ fixture,

Said he need to go home, like Roger offa Sister Sister,

It’s legendary mind, you only get it when you focused,

Diamonds in my mental, nah, tha’ chest is broken,

Either dis’ a million dollaz worth o’ game n’ you gon’ wallow at this dopeness,

Or you gon’ play the game, and take a L, with lesser tokens,

Folgers,

I had to wake ‘em again, yeah,

Folgers, we had to wake ‘em up again,

Go head and wake em up

I’mma rock em back to sleep

Comedians, professional actors,

Dog, I could slap a knee,

You here cause you a wannabe

I’m here cause I had to be

You trigger happy, ain’t shooting nothing,

Just on a capping spree

Rarely exercise truth, check the muscular atrophy

From a spot where you could get dotted up, ain’t no acne

Biting flows’ll get you stole on,

Ain’t no jacking me,

You know better than that, it’s like taking Eve to an Applebee’s,

It’s a den of thieves where the chapel be,

Slacking, but religion in they jeans, and it’s Sad-You-See, (Saducee)

Override the system and switch them setting to factory,

Focused on your mastery, you missed out on your majesty,

A travesty,

The nerve of ya’ll that think that you could rap with me,

Please believe, you’d all go down easily like a daiquiri,

Really be a breeze, like it’s summertime and you at the beach,

But Jesus put me on, doing numbers is not a stat to me,

What’s going viral to a open Bible?

Stick around for a decade, then come and yap to me,

I’m just here the serve, the church been looking like the trap to me,

Millon Dollaz Worth Of Game, it costs your will, that’s the fee,

Matter fact, let’s keep it running, you can scratch the beat,

Chopping up the flesh cause I do whatever he axe of me,

Many chose to fold, but every road just lead em back to me

And I just crack a smile, as if to tell them boys exactly.