DPS (feat. Jzavion)

The shit I've seen in my life has made the angel on my shoulder cry
So when I'm committed, baby girl, I'm talkin' bout you and I
And if you lockin' in with me, well, honestly, that's suicide
But who am I to judge if we are the same, two in eyes
Eyes of the beholder
The eyes that confide in closure
A tide that could shift the culture
A massacre covered over
By taxes, racists, and voters, and tax invaders, and cobras
Snakes in the grass blow composure of those who compose a soldier
Of bitches, pimps, and the Oprahs
I'm Hova, I'm takin' over
Know brodie from South Dakota
He fucked around with the soda
The mafia ties had hold him from playin' that Texas Hold'em
He owed em', he had to run that shit back like Lamar Odom
That's a Kardashian curse
I pull my dick from the earth
And wipe it off in the sea, and set to land for my search
The fuckin' worst with these words
Is it a gift or a curse
I was askin' you first, but hey, I guess it's my turn
I mean, you paid for the verse
I'm just returnin' the rhyme
Wish I could reverse the time
I felt so lost and behind
When I couldn't pay for rent, so I foreclosed on my mind
I'm just another talentless actor rehearsin' his lines
But this rap shit is cancerous, you never have a guarantee
You could be the GOAT and you could still get R.I.P'd
That's why I'm takin' y'all with me when I decide to leave
These new rappers trash and still get Grammy nominees
I can never take an L over anxiety
Why the fuck is they tryin' me
I'ma skip on sobriety
They hate me, yet they play me, and I'm lovin' the irony
I'm revivin' the sport, the Dead Poets Society
You can check my sobriety
Takin' shots while I quietly
Turn this chip in and get to fuckin' hoes in variety
My anxiety has took me to the edge and I'm trippin
Forty sippin', blunt rippin', you can tell I ain't listen
Now I'm trippin' off this drug-induced poetry like I'm ODB
OD off me, I've been stronger than anyone can see
Give you a biggie of smalls like I'm rollin' with Cease
And give you diamonds to rock your fellas like Jay-Z
I peep game, I'm seein' these niggas roleplay
I jack son like Michael, Reggie or O'Shea
I olé then I'm in the Bronco like O.J
These niggas stay on computers, Janelle Monáe
Gave that cat hell then she dodged before I could challenge her
I've been beatin' traps when I'm home alone like McAllister
Give it a shot and pick 45 for your caliber
Leapin' over niggas, 228 on the calendar
This rap shit is cancerous, you never have a guarantee
Take a shot at Jay and Shaft, that'll get you RIP'd
We can share a white tee whenever you decide to leave
New rappers trash and still get Grammy nominees
I can never take an L over anxiety
Why the fuck is they tryin' me
I'ma skip on sobriety
They hate me yet they play me and I'm lovin' the irony
I'm revivin' the sport, the Dead Poets Society