Maybe if I told y'all **** something different

Maybe you would listen, but everybody dissing and bitchin'

For the recognition, I'm distant, live with no restrictions

Kicking dope shit with convictions, living in a pit full of crooked politicians

And Christians trying to sell Christ with conditions

But this kid don't got a cold pot to piss in

It's sickening the way people cope with affliction

The system got 'em all slaves, and they victims

Addiction to bullshit is just one symptom

It's tempting to burn down shit

When they sensing my sentence

Blaspheme code, no repentance

And I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

And these wicked rhymes 'cause problems all the time

Haters in the line wishing their life was mine

But I grind, no favours, no free ride, yeah, I'm signed

But your shit still ain't fucking with mine

They wanna know what's on my mind to see how I'm designed

Maybe it's something they can find inside this twisted mind of mine

FBI dissecting my rhymes

I made a song called Bomb on 'em, guess it's a crime

They say we living in the end times

Never surprised to see the rise of a madman affecting the lives

Of all these kids when they look in my eyes

Realise I'm different from other guys, Lex is one of a kind

And I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

Lex not your average by far, kick bars that touch hearts

And banging out of cars to jump-start and spark cycles out in the park

Rappers stepping their game up coming out of the dark

My mindset, the dope cats ain't get to shine yet

Combine that with dope-ass beats, y'all ain't fine yet

Penny for my thoughts, and a dime for my rhymes

Still keep it grime, bitch, we season in hymns

And I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

And I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

I hope you **** feel me

'Cause I'ma ride 'til these motherfuckers kill me, 'til they kill me

Hanging with these real Gs

Making money motherfucker, but I'm still me, but I'm still me

But I'm still me