Ballads

Wasn't used to taking orders if I'm rude, my apologies
I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power
So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist
More money, more problems
That's a tough pill to swallow
If you ain't about that shit that you be talkin'
Three holes in his head, bowling balled him, who's brawling? Nah
You calling God, but shit me too, so he gotta hear one of us
I can give him a chance to meet you if you if you wanna
Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner
Please show me my opponent
You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus
One-one, two shots, that's a bonus
Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses
Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior
Nigga I been hungry, for a time I was homeless
I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment
Atonement in my tone
Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging
Voices in my head and then I go record it
I've been ordered by the Lord
Kill the beat, beat the dead horse
Ill swordsman, sportsmanship, that's horseshit, copious corpses
Outsourcing for resources
You got a gun, we got assortments
They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces
And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless

(Nigga raise your voice) Raise your voice niggas
Show some love nigga, stop being a bitch nigga, show some love
Folk feel like they gotta be offensive (ha ha, I got his ass)
To be able to get their point across (uh, uh yeah)
Feel like they gotta go at foe neck to get their point across (fuck shit up)
But guess what, there's a way, you know what I'm sayin'? (Alright hold on)
There's an effective conflict, you know what I'm sayin'?

Let the machine, uh shit whoa (yeah)
Let the machine go, uh
Let the-, yeah let that shit, oh (look)

Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator
Don C alligator
A lot of rappers they just imaginative, exaggerators
Box landed, take them packs and put 'em on the calculator
Weigh it up and stash it bro, I'm coming back to bag it later (I be baggin')
That bitch bad, I'ma bag her then go stab her later (uh-huh)
Got the pussy free, I didn't have to pay her
Got the bags so if come to that, trust me I have the paper
But I'm just that nigga, I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her (not at all)
Yeah, I'm MVP form like Shaq for Lakers
Ain't no silverware in the trap, fuck it grab a hanger
Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state
That's a fact, check the stats and data
I was deep in them trenches
Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches
Now bitches see me in this Benz and it's peakin' their interest
Dawg caught a body L-I-F-E was the sentence
He gave his life to God, seeking repentance (talk to 'em)
Yeah

(Open your heart I'm waiting there)
(Just for you)