I know it's been a long time.
I'm looking for love, need a reality show, hit jostling up.
Let's get this changed.
First by your homes, then by your chains.
Then like the whole fucking world, know you changed.
I'll be confused.
The niggas want real love, real life.
Cause these rappers ain't real, let real life.
This is my life.
I rather lie under oath than in these bars.
And in these forms you will see stars, nigga.
This is no mirage.
You can see it clear.
Just use your mind.
I'ma loosen up your rosea.
Let it all show.
Let me show you how to get it.
This is so perfect.
It's the perfect contradiction.
Only time I speak is if I'm speaking with conviction.
This is the present.
Get it before Christmas.
We'll follow trends.
My nigga, we just set him.
We'll let him hoes.
My nigga, we just forget him.
Convenient amnesia, getting head in my leisure.
Realist nigga in it, him coming out your speakers.
And I'm young, gifted and black too.
Why you was waiting for that?
I had to adapt.
I had to relapse.
If you ever heard now, I had to take it to that.
Take it back to the rap.
You listen and couldn't keep up.
I heard them niggas talking tough until they seen us.
It's what we call a mannequin, that way they freeze up.
They belong in museums until they speak up.
Time to roll the leaf up, yeah.
At 4 a.m., I had virgin lungs.
Do you remember that?
Now I'm smokin' like a nigga, got cataracts.
And I got the perfect song for your cataracts.
You gotta learn to live with regrets.
That's the price to pay.
Couple cats, twenty tools.
Never catch the bouquet.
It was about to fix your lips like you had something to say.
Impossible takes a week.
Difficult takes a day.
I'm lost with the...
Hey.
Let me talk to her.
Just get it.
I used to say I didn't smoke, now I do.
That's a contradiction.
Into being, into being.
Show me my admittance.
And yeah, I'ma see an M before I see a limit.
Straight grandma, yeah.
Just squeeze a limit.
In the window of opportunity.
It's still there.
And these bitches ain't nothing new to me.
So give it up for fame.
Not cussed up for white.
Cause you gon' need it all.
Tryna be people's up.
This is my beautiful dark twisted fantasy.
I see where I wanna go and I answer to me.
So say hello to the motherfucking wheel.
And I ain't got a deal, but it's automatic still.
The flow is OBA, it's got an automatic feel.
Like it or not, I watched the game turn some square-ass niggas to pot.
So who you kidding? Who you kidding, nigga?
I hope you niggas get the pits and never change the filter.
Hello, muggies, did you ever think you'd make it this far?
With all these ads, all this chronic analogous liquor and all these crap.
Since the text of my ex when I said I wouldn't.
I made a living off of rap when you say I couldn't.
All facts you need proof while it's in the pudding.
This is where my boys in the hood, just like you were goodin'.
You see that red high day, just know it's not your day.
Just wear the insin' up, they not gon' spray.
And we not gon' play, we gon' send again before that.
So that relationship you do have restored it.
The clothes make the man man don't make the clothes.
Cause I been rockin' and my jeans still be gettin' the hoes.
We never thought we'd be here, but this is how it goes.
They been waitin' on the red ton, like I'm Derek Rose.
Just know that, enough with all the class shit.
All this pornography, you know you got to cop with this up.
You bought some jewelry, a few Jesus pieces that won't change a thing.
Let's have a living off of it.
