Alright fellas you ready Yeah yeah yeah One two three It's me it's me it's me oh Lord standing in the need of prayer It's me it's me it's me oh Lord standing in the need of prayer Nigga get yo ass outta that pulpit and into some hoe shit Break

Searching for God within the ash of my blunt Benedictions won't influence those addictions what's a need to a want Never whined but seen my innocence jump need restitution Too many afternoon's in abusing my own communion Junkies tune in for anointment of hash oil and souls shatter My cup runneth over I felt patron splatter Hoes laughter must be the symptom of pity tricking To balance the nutrition of culprits as well as victims Intuitions of the ignorant and prophecies of the pessimist We said pushing P till it gave to pestilence Too many scream conviction while lacking the proper evidence All that jazz to chase the big bands y'all thinking Ellington The eloquence of evil easing deep in my mind Need a moment to exhale I pray to retta Divine The cheddar sublime but leading all my niggas to the Havahart Devil on my shoulder makes me wonder if I have a heart Balance art and arsonist like Fahrenheit '51 Can't read the situation chest 'll burn from a fifth of rum Decisions done only option left is my repentance A Stain still on my soul but I expunged it from the sentence I seen the Devil in my gamble with the vices It's bittersweet when left to my devices You shitting where you eat and can't compete with the trajectory in prices They shown us hell already then disguised it Aye my focus was on the spirit like Pentecostal appearance Penning partial I'm fearing procrastinated my clearance Failing to reach coherence yet cultivating calamity The inconsistent character clinging to Christianity It seems I'm often labeled as Aphyllous in my family tree A nigga been branching off into vanity You double up that jury don't carry me by companions Paper chasing romancing like management up at Scranton Till that dancing with the Devil leaves on hell of a card Opp tickle his desert trigger it ain't just a mirage The crutch is the squad instead of readjusting for God When it's only getting even it'll fuck with your odds I humbled facades and faced the fears internalized for years The hopes regrets and peers all predominantly causing tears To lay it all on wax for therapeutic advice Just an average introduction to destroying my vice I seen the Devil in my gamble with the vices It's bittersweet when left to my devices You shitting where you eat and can't compete with the trajectory in prices They shown us hell already then disguised it

Will a man rob God Each time I miss the booth it's like another theft Without the work or constant faith what often manifests My nigga manage stress by chest hitting the strongest bong Until the ash go black and white as Sails in Amistad Give us Free or least a degree High School diplomas won't condone an owner's old sympathy And so we fold to meet the status quo though different for me Never eroded to material about scratching off the cereal Sure I've referenced times but all those lines define scenarios and even then it varies bro And so my theory goes work a plant make a seed dig your own plot I never shared that plot with Niggas so I split my own pie You only get one gift of gab so flip like Gabby or drop I dug less followers cause substance sticks out More than a flock Quaker on top for AM PM even in between them And still I'm chasing purpose for a tiny act of freedom Stuck in my mind since the age of 09 Ain't have no co-sign the cultivation of a clothesline I'm feeling hung out address me as the stagnant dope guy My moments cut out boy overall they jacked the whole shine Ain't nothing big bout puff and passing old grind Oratory ordering auras for me masked in bold lies Allegories adamant actions pouring back to stone minds Capture stories of a relapsing boy he's lacking home ties Practicing pastor Troy we throw up more rhymes Southern images seen as impotent respect the old line As my insolence becomes infinite alas my hope rise Cause it's eminent in my penmanship the average foe dies What's the significance of trapping quotes why My due diligence ain't the simpleton who's stacking dope high But the ceiling is now fulfillment in the balanced Dope rhymes Is you feeling it I've been reeling in the lavish low signs

Pocket watching indoor stocking seen it often nothing new Anger blossoms withered options tend to bud 'fore issues bloom Pedal to the metal I can't settle for the stump Homie rolling up the wood we need a Forrest of them blunts If my lips keep kissing wood tips then my tray collecting Lincoln logs LinkedIn cures the symptoms of anxiety from dead end jobs Heaven's lost Hell is bound mindset of the pessimist Just ducked a paddy with a dream of York and to the average sort I'm talking peppermint I never pampered problems but I make up more Hope for scoring with a fucked up form It was my Freshman year I had a 3.2 and so that beat up Stu became my make-up dorm Transferred early and the textbooks mourned Cyphers entered and semesters dropped Answers written all in Pop's decision said You either shittin or get off the pot Independence makes relations rot Lyrics hold me like a Momma titty Winters hitting and the waters cold Left the crib around the age of twenty Spread the sentence and they grab the semi Niggas colon the intended target Numb the morals with a side of Henny Many reapers when the trauma harvest Isolated in a calm apartment with a swisher swaying all my shedded tears Trauma cumming in a hoe ménage its just the lusting leading me away from fear If the liquor lay me down to sleep I pray the new patron will make me everclear Paranoid cause niggas pocket watching and I'm never packing when the pussy near Pocket watching indoor stocking seen it often nothing new Anger blossoms withered options tend to bud 'fore issues bloom Pedal to the metal I can't settle for the stump Homie rolling up the wood we need a Forrest of them blunts I'm aiming the Wesson and saying my blessings I'm thinking I got all my problems resolved Getting Markeis out of delicatessen invading the Grammys and spraying the walls How in the fuck is a nigga to triumph when weak rappers winning off trends and the wave Eyeing the barrel a fifth of patron and the trigger so delicate as my eye fade I don't like earth now, the meek should inherit but I'm dreaming nightmares All this humility got niggas dissing me giving me dap with the side stares I'll peel yo cap right here Liberian baby I came out the womb with a K Niggas be fighting the same color skin got me thinking colonialism has gained Spinning Thelonius splitting a strain Numbing the issues to prevent the bullet But OG had told me once you pull the weapon you better shoot off for the Opps get the booking So bang bang No more Bakari I'm guessing the promise won't kept Can't say a nigga descending to hell cause reality say it's where we really step Obama runtz put a stain on my breath Seen all my demons and told em get over They told me see clearly you can't overpower the vices when aura really ain't sober The high coming down but his voice getting closer I'm paranoid praying I pop him for good Euphoria numbing decisions I shoulder while straining to make up the way out the hood Pocket watching indoor stocking seen it often nothing new Anger blossoms withered options tend to bud 'fore issues bloom Pedal to the metal I can't settle for the stump Homie rolling up the wood we need a Forrest of them blunts

I been tryna make a move figure who I'm posed to be Find a spliff and park her by the students like I'm Ogalvee Or maybe if I gather up the music they would notice me Different frame of mind my brain defined by the upholstery Some niggas study ass some niggas study focusing Balance both directions to encompass who in closing in and maybe that's you Yeah maybe that's you Breathe in breathe out look through my resources Been living check to check like surviving off Nike endorsements Dormant in the sense that my talent is so enormous But me holding me hostage like visions of fucking norbit I think I've been indoctrin'd by pussy power and poverty Constant cowardice that is visible for the eye to see Idly losing purpose guilt permeating my body G So how you wonder this lack to manage sobriety Finally we're amongst something bigger than you and I The purpose of a man and the wisdom that he prescribes Above the worldly plans and the demons we idolize Confide in the persistence of racing just to survive I been tryna make a move figure who I'm posed to be Find a spliff and park her by the students like I'm Ogalvee Or maybe if I gather up the music they would notice me Different frame of mind my brain defined by the upholstery Some niggas study ass some niggas study focusing Balance both directions to encompass who in closing in and maybe that's you Yeah maybe that's you Breathe in breathe out look through my resources I've learned my past regrets really raising my Opps rejoicing The ocks is building rep with tobacco shop every street In Virginia where the hand to hand always involve a leaf Some may wonder how those two find alignment and finally meet Circulation of the dollars a detriment to our weak Each and every child see propaganda for miles Picture living in the circus without becoming a clown It's planned granny's van gravitating towards the grams Then we give those gs to shops who ain't aiding us in a stand The average adolescent be puffing nutrients now Fusions of fruits be fluent and frequent amongst the crowds I been tryna make a move figure who I'm posed to be Find a spliff and park her by the students like I'm Ogalvee Or maybe if I gather up the music they would notice me Different frame of mind my brain defined by the upholstery Some niggas study ass some niggas study focusing Balance both directions to encompass who in closing in and maybe that's you Yeah maybe that's you

My city wanted a Malcolm X out a minor Crafting my commentary be wary it may define ya Balancing activism while advocating for trauma Posing as picture perfect till Polaroids steady haunt ya Polarized by my mantras poetry was my passion Until I recognized criticism in quick reaction I'm grateful that I vocalized justice for different factions But still for adolescence regret that it ever happened Recollection redundant race topics for satisfaction Where pigments implemented to keep an audience packed in Too young to point out bullshit I'm currently Mr. Paxon Too old to join the pulpit this testimony ain't happen I started comprehending the fate of Orlando Brown Exposing the publicity pedestals moved around The pressures predetermined psychology too profound Of a nigga who can't be a nigga static with the town The pressures weighing on me God can't you help me see Trials tribulations I've been through The pressures weighing on you My city wanted a Martin from just a Martian Alienated thoughts from the windows of this apartment Carrying racial talk but feel guilty for the decision Knowing my dark complexion has garnered me this tuition Member police had told me the tender age of sixteen You don't know how it feels to be white your plays obscene So even past the veil of plight evaded dreams Of every reaching a harmony harboring painful schemes Like can I fuck his daughter in maybe it's Maybelline Or throw him off the Jefferson ankles we cradling Knowing this isn't heaven sent burying my demeaned Thoughts I had to walk through the insolence with a gleam While praying for his impotence infinite in revenge I lost a bit of innocence playing this sick pretend My city wanted Malcolm now Martin I wanted friends So the commentary fatal was labeled before the end The pressures weighing on me God can't you help me see Trials tribulations I've been through The pressures weighing on you I felt the pressure proceeded to burst the pipes Living procrastination predominantly out of spite Peeling past situations that persecuted my pain Prevalent in my package won't present and that should change Pessimism can prosper pursuing a niggas peak Power within the poverty perseverance in weak Profiting off the punishment previously pandering To the pampered mind entitlement people ain't owed a thing Pouring out plights placated my presence for just a page Prior to proving others that pity ain't mean a thing My process never penalized progress just pended game Till I'm polished for the platinum plaque plastered amongst the plains Personified palatable pieces in every work My paradise is preached through the peaceful power I burst My city wanted Malcolm then Martin a panthers verse But fore pressure tears me down it's my purpose that is preverse The pressures weighing on me God can't you help me see Trials tribulations I've been through The pressures weighing on you

How you get fired on your day off, niggaa, your guess as good as mine Been reaping what I've sown, won't inspired by average nine to fives Just pay me what I'm owed, a mentality I have fostered Meek inherits the earth, yet the loudest ones usually prosper From the locker to the leader, to the lowest of lows Know my seven deadly sins, but lack the virtues to grow Held the key to win within, but worldly ways can attract Recycle weekly, church repentance, after week is relapsed I need about three gats, city rising in the feuds wrong Youngins be sticking to the llama Carl from Jimmy Neutron What kind of tool palmed, contemplate early on my protection My biggest enemy started staring back in reflection Strongest weapon, stay on safety insecurity armed Pray my niggas peep the message for security harms Numbing the topic, the indica guts and the Dutch of chocolate All cause ignorance is bliss and repeated evasion profits I know that my copings so rare Each time I seem more hopeless oh well The highs don't breathe in focus, who cares Relapsing still recycles though relapsing still recycles though I swear this last hit the last, consistently in my craft Called Chris tucker in South Central, repeated rolling was cast The day by day seen highs to my mental, no pinky passed Just another consequential sleep culminating from crash A penny for my thoughts started pissing away my cash Clashed with the success of potential I had amassed Embarrassed in my ways, rarely moments of feeling worthy A favorite each Thanksgiving, not holding the coldest turkey For you've heard me recognize the sweet escape I possess Detrimental to my destiny, but dope in my death We decaying by the dozens, surrounded by helpless mourners Trials and tribulations, tobacco stores by the corners While the foreigners find a profit, all my people find pain Either catch one by the cartridge or the trigger that's slain Numbing the topic, the indica guts and a dutch of chocolate All cause ignorance is bliss and repeated evasion profits I know that my copings so rare Each time I seem more hopeless oh well The highs don't breathe in focus, who cares Relapsing still recycles though relapsing still recycles though Fumbled a bad bitch Can't get over it, can you Nope Just simpin all over the fuckin' place Nigga, how in the hell is you pussy-whipped And you ain't got no pussy Make it make sense You got niggas out here telling you There's other fish in the sea And you ain't even out here putting your rod in the fuckin' ocean, nigga Listen to me Fuck all that Jon B shit You need to listen to this pimpin' remix Come on down to your boy's dojo And let me get you on that act bad All these hoes out here saying, period, it's hot girl summer Well, it's finna be a fiesta boy fall It's finna be a wet boy weather It's finna be a salacious nigga summer I am a gigalo I am a pimp Every hoe wants to be me And every nigga wants to be like me So get with the program

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen You are now tuned in to C.A.P. Radio That's Conscious Addict Pimpin', baby Givin' you lyrical eargasms, orgasms, all of them Yeah Slicker than the bacon grease that simmer with the fat Before you spin this limousine, don't cut too hard and spill my yak Combination of the Time some Funkenstein and then the Mack Life was ridin' highway lines before I knew about rascal flats Cul-de-sacs, full of chicks fantasizin' about my stacks Pimpin' profits past the preachers, prophesizin' hope perhaps Similac, since that sippin', low-simpin', I instant-lacked Told lil' mama, run my water this instant and bring the jack Sufferin' succotash, salivated for supple ass The subtle sluts amass sellin' silhouettes of a drunken draft Save the Snapchat, the symptoms of a cracked back Instant recollections that made a nigga to backtrack Packed in a corner store, exited out my corridor Doper than Pookie's ankles, but furthermore, my core explored How is Bakari smoother than Boris Moore? The Perry choice Yet rugged as Pac in the nearest trailer for abandoned boys Queen Lativa, Sativa, blowin' this joyful noise Pack has been peelin' my face off, word to Castor Troy Cast the ploy to lasso your wifey, cast as my actress boy And you get shacked for pennies, this 32 make a magic noise Ooh, I told y'all Dolomite, Superfly, Willie D, they all rolled up into a nigga like me Look, out my brother's mother's van, I was breakin' bad Lookin' for that Jesse Pink hoppin' off that lily pad Huh, that pussy dope, but later learned it's fuckin' up your health I chose it over knowledge, had to regain with self Huh, I dream of how I'm judged I hope I reach the heavens above without a crutch And I used to want your love, but now I don't give a fuck Our love was still the same, we barely spoke in some months But what's good though? Changed clothes, old school radio Early morning, different routine, yo, switch the flavors up Can't believe I stunted on niggas who wouldn't play with us Now I understand, niggas knew they couldn't play with us Huh, boy, you oughta be ashamed I learned that from my losses, put the power in these gains Born power, traded up, later sneakers Born power, miracle, baby Jesus Still strongest, vomit, I need it common Most want it, Malibu's earth is my planet Gold tarnish, rock it, I'm bein' modest Lord have mercy, high to mollusk, blended scotch bonnet Problems was abolished, niggas envisioning carnage My eyes was in my hands like the Homs of real monsters Sewers kept the crumbs like I'm real monsters Searchin' for apartments, need to be in houses I'm talkin' plural, bein' acid to my girl I seeded up the earth, makin' stars to rule the world Let me ask you a question, please, keep it honest If you go to outer space, is it peaceful in the darkness I'm really only askin cause the air at night is cooler I won a race on Saturn around the ring, actin' foolish In a German junk with a Southern junk, playin' Southern Jones Niggas sayin' Jank Jones, junk fucks sayin' Jones Fuck you mean, I ain't stutter, see I see these niggas Bitchin' propositions, see the throne is just to seat the niggas I been the type to say I'm black, all you see is niggas Now what's cooler, market, wanna live, can I be a nigga

Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you Caught some flack movin' two g packs, by Howard U Heard my city is a jungle, them lions devoured too Not a pool of pretty women, but debt that my FICO swimmin' Face full of indecision and puffin' been my religion All my demons is chillin', my pimpin' work as a sedative Them niggas said Bakari be workin' with that Duke Dennis Rizz They threw me out the studio with beats and my Mac Maybachs back to back, fadin' from me collapsed You can't kill a nigga dream despite your ego attached You lock me out that room on mine, I'm Bobby pinnin' that latch You know I'm in my Bobby Brown bag kickin' a drunk soliloquy No concealing the, burn out niggas in my vicinity Ghostin' those that's feelin' me strugglin' with confliction Can't quit on my addiction, I'm fundin' the plugs tuition Cuz he out to get paid, down for Lucha Libre Way he flip that white girl, Brick Comaneci The freeze game was touch tag, magazines was East Bay Twelve 'll freeze and touch tags, throw the mag in the East Bae Believe me, friendliest niggas is the most greedy K or not to K, so many hoes see a cheese grate No, it ain't easy bein' me Will I duck another felony Overdosed off the recipe Kendrick would most connect with me when lost in my mind Put 10,000 hours in from second one in 09 The perfect year, percentage five would say that cipher divine I found my blessing in them bleachers, bro was bussin' O lines I'm on that old shine Smack White Dappin DeMarco screams Came in the cargo jeans with artillery of the fiends That dope shit, can't quote shit, or risk the overdosage My state is Len bias about the fact I reap the soulless I met some up and comers emulating my pain I said, don't touch that sample needle if you fear hittin' veins My heart n sleeve tact blunt full of fronto and hints of green crack The day that detox drop is the day a nigga won't relapse Don't breathe that, contact highs is hella potent Bars, bikini, bottom, your brain not licensed to soakin' It's hopeless, not nan nother nigga this hard They comin' up Columbus short, callin' it stompin in the yard

Baby need a dollar and some pants But I just spent his pockets on the water and The rent And I know he feel alone sometimes Picking a path less followed so hopeless towards tomorrow Penny holding a hole within reparations of bottles Forty ounces of liquor won't save you from all your sorrows Wading within the scripture won't pay you to keep the spot though What is a man to do when insanity ain't preventable Wanting a different sound but his stereotype Perennial Mama flew in around our American Bicentennial Decelerated her sons would illuminate all her Miracles So what am I to do to reap my blessing Suppose I sow a different type of seed when manifesting Evading worldly vices I alleviate the stresses but then I have to sit and often mediate the Questions Like what am I to do without instant gratification Absence of high euphoria's numbing these tribulations Then it hit me the trials are moments of Contemplation Praise him despite my suffering this is the Graduation Baby need a dollar and some pants But I just spent his pockets on the water And the rent And I know he feel alone sometimes I know he feel alone sometimes Mama saying college need a chance but I've been showing promise for an agent and advance Still you know I feel alone sometimes Know I feel alone sometimes Working, working, working, working, working till I run amuck Pressure been inflating, load my weapon Fore I run a pump Baby fuck the patience, JG Wentworth on my timing yuh Playing with my temper, cold Decembers made our minds erupt Working, working, working, working, working till I run amuck Pressure been inflating, load my weapon Fore I run a pump Baby fuck the patience, JG Wentworth on my timing yuh Playing with my temper, cold Decembers made our minds erupt Baby need a dollar and some pants But I just spend my wallet on the water and The rent And I know he feel alone sometimes I know he feel alone sometimes Mama saying college need a chance But I've been showing promise for an agent And advance But you know I feel alone sometimes Know I feel alone sometimes

I keep on chasing without reassurance Collecting debt and bouncing checks because I can't afford it I often take it back on tracks alike to Grey Deloreans Aiming to hit the perfect temp alike to fable Porridges Often labeled dormant, desolated from lack of sense Heard the preacher passing plates prophesizing that I'll repent, overdraft and raising rent Both inflating my aggravation Miles of navigation, petroleum's limitation Even the EPA got a different evaluation Ethanol filled plantations that lessen my reparations A forty ounce of liquor been mule kicking my patience Guzzling liquid crack it infatuated my statements Penny pinching within the matrix The plug in the back of my brain Got a nickel and a nightmare Stuck to my frames how to maintain This relevance of poverty motivating my range I pray to relapse solemnly, salivating from pain I got dreams, my nigga I got dreams, dreams I got You ever visualize your vindication? I've been vindictive towards the pigment and My limitations Ain't no prescription in this sitting, just The point of view And from this pulpit my impulses may have Joined a few Resonate with the moment you let arteries Develop your path When the window to your soul was in the Thing you could craft Reality stole your ass, I saw them eyes and the Tears Complacency pays the bills, alleviates all The fears But what if you instead just were yourself With all the good and all the bad, that still Equates to wealth Don't let nobody see your picture polaroid in Stealth And snap a scripture to your mental to endure The belt Let me tell you my dreams, a whole village of Leaders Politicking their issues through oratory, not Heaters Sparking the next elected official or even Teacher Before I manifest its myself that is a believer I got dreams, my nigga I got dreams, dreams I got dreams, dreams I got, I got dreams, dreams I got, dreams, dreams I got, I got Dreams I know some men who find the peace in my Dreams And through their tribulations my success is Their steam They often question waiting from myself and Some peers No condoning for laziness amongst all the Years I do it for them cause they do for me I hope they feel the correlation within some Degree Cause in the moment of success you'll be an Arm away That's why I conquer complications with a bar A day Manifesting through consistent work we all Can reach That's why I fall upon my knees to grind with Faith I speak So put the steps in walk it, talk it, hella Synchronized Cause life is coming to an end with every Blinking eye Non dreamers, I sympathize The isolation cause regret and every bill You consume But nine to fives a tool, not just a spot for A tomb So reinvest and reignite for every win coming Soon Cause we got dreams, yeah, yeah, my nigga We got dreams, dreams we got, dreams we got, dreams I got, dreams, dreams I got, dreams I know we're going with the dreams, dreams Dreams dreams, with the dreams, dreams Dreams

Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Watching other niggas live the lives we Fantasize The grams we jeopardize for thighs with Sigma Gamma ties You niggas fairly odd, y'all wonder bout our own demise Then catch one on the crimson chin like Alabama pride Got juice like Broncos driven by the Tropicana Guide And photogenic women's pride wherever Cameras lie I found my most augmented sides within Authentic rhymes To ball on haters who boohoo like Tony Bennett signs You'll never walk for us FUBU don't have Extended size Intestine buttons you'll unhide, acute appendix cries The belly of the beast aligns with where my crew resides Entitled kids who cannot lose like Parker Lewis lines Revivals in this game of thrones ain't a Scrimmage Mame your existence with clips as long as Trades of a pilgrim Staining the pigment of lips enthralled to Flavors of swishers You niggas couldn't rock the stage if you was Shaming a Pinkett And that's real Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl The hottest nigga in a pair of Sperry's If you start attacking that statement I'll have to Tyler Perry Any way you dress it The man is still the man, I won't the average adolescent See vintage my soul, start pushing Benjamin Buttons Make you Shyamalan old, this shit for the birds At least that's what the Audubon told This Phineas and Ferb I'm seasons in, my heat never goes Plus I'm tired of nappy pussies so the platypus shows Heard you niggas pushing rounds, old as an abacus flow Averaging foes, my common domination imposed Feel like Drago on the canvas, yeah however it goes If your hyphen gets shortened then your hyphen gets shortened Keep enticing fans with mics, forgot the Mottos important Keep biting these future flows, the Salmonella's exposing Surviving the futile blows and every risk I'm enduring Just know Bakari's noble promise, is to ball Like he Jordan And that's the truth Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl Riding in my fishbowl

I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's best Disappointment The options that I chose rarely gave her the Most rejoicing Regrets from all the prayers and slumbers Passed with anointment The banquets where I rose was transforming The court appointments A felony arrest, and addiction to smoking Weed The Princeton's scholar bread to evading the Real degree The caps I manifested was thrown into Casualties The night I was arrested, the moment Establishing See she concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success Only long to follow heart, find my purpose, Have no regrets It's a mother's path to save a child in ways that she knows But forcing my greatest interest, she can't Stand to see growth I lie awake at night and think about the man That I'll be If leaving that old diploma holds the cancer to Me The anxiety of chasing a dream when Reality Tells you it's all but the right direction It's a lot to fight through Bakari Ken, naw fuck that, it's Saint from the Ville Hailed from Maryland at 12, my father Transferred them bills Along the way I made mistakes and lost some Love that I miss And that's about the time we have to let this Game reminisce I'm currently 21 and 22 in some weeks Procrastinated for years, but now the lane Is complete Been steering past adolescence, dodging Potholes of pain Influence of Ma's opinion often lost on My brain But transparency is real, and now you see Me clearly Every rumor that you heard is probably true To someone's theory An addict, manic, bastard, fuck-nigga, and Cocky actor Intelligent, unique, mad, ambitious with joyous Laughter A freak within the sheets, steady liar, but Insecure A friend to those in need, future leader, a Soul that's pure In honesty, I'm just a man in search for himself Dodging my vices, knee deep in finding the wealth You can have the whole city rooting for you And still be alone You can be the biggest fish in the pond and still A grain in the ocean Fuck the bullshit, let's just keep it in motion Sincerely, the man, Bakari Ken Oh, you niggas still here Y'all niggas are still here cause technically this the credits I mean, J. Cole said it best, nigga, you don't like The credits Get your dusty ass up and walk the fuck out The movie theater First and foremost, glory be to God Without You, I am nothing, with you, I'm still just a man Sincere, sissy, I love you, thank you so much For opening up your home and your family to Me James, my brother, my heart, what needs to be Said is already known, nigga Dean, Ty, Tyler, T-Lane, all the drama kids, Madeline, Michael Even dusty ass Monticello Hallways, I love all y'all niggas Thank you for the love and the support Ander Beatz keep this shit blazing, nigga Keep on getting niggas' vocals right cause the Lord knows they need it OG Henny L.O., the Richmond community, 804, stand up Rich what Y'all stepped with a nigga when I was on the Pilgrimage and figuring out who the fuck I am And that, that stays with you forever Mom, pops, I know this shit don't make sense Shit, even when it blow up, I'm sure it won't But I love you, you know I love you And last but not least, Mar motherfucking Keis Oh, my nigga the greatest, oh my God, that Nigga the greatest Hey, look, look, look, man I moved to Richmond without a nan nother Soul fucking with me in this music shit Low-key life, and nigga, I prayed for a team Whether it be a manager, another emcee He blessed me with not just a beat maker, but A motherfucking producer, nigga Pharrell and Chad, we on your ass Nottz, we on your ass Timbaland, we on your ass Bink, we on your ass If all you doing is putting 808s over your Mamas, that's so 2000 CD And thinking that Shit fucking with us Go ahead and flush your MPC down the Shawshank Redemption sewer, bitch That being said, all you rappers starting from C'Ville and on The sentimental shit out the way now, nigga You already know what time it is Since Walton after school, middle school, Dances Y'all niggas know who the fucking best is Mad Skillz, I'm on your ass Missy Elliott, I'm on your ass D'Angelo, Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Pusha T, No Malice, I'm on your ass Four score and seven years ago, y'all niggas Were still biting the flow Whether on wax or on the roof So don't ever get it fucked up, nigga From the two up, two down, Big Saint, biatch

From the hymns of Cotton Pickers to the Break of B-Boys This is that free noise rap's revival speakers Rejoice My soul is deployed in Kangol's eight tracks and a Label Of Russell Rubin Run and LL hunched at a table I web browsed 12 years later just to see a Check bounce Niggas ain't rockin' with dated shit I'm feelin' Left out Maybe my marketing ain't legit or it's the Times Analyzin' attention spans mappin' out my Design I'll define my style with clubbing no not Authentic I only market boom baptisms now know Repentance The algorithms I've augmented by offsetting The copycating trappers must say it's an off Setting They gather up amigos and then they go offsetting All this waste up in the studio excrement all Session Not sayin' what's your future holds pick at your last preference But rap is somethin' of the essence you need to check it These rap niggas ain't got no soul Weak-ass niggas just biting flows You might fuck with the average Joes But they ain't come up with that shit on they Own We can't address the game without talkin' the Politics Within my state it's such a matter of Astonishment Niggas reach a conglomerate and cease to Collab Ain't no friendly competition cause their egos Get jabbed Pick up the pad and listen to the minstrel show nigga Stop the punchin' in with phones pick up a pencil hoe nigga 21 and over seek the Alkaholiks no liquor Find yourself within the history that satisfied listeners My flow can get ya but niggas'll truly doubt Me But for green I'm a monster with ink Mike Wazowski Off the top I write pages to life think of Rowley So acceptable when soldiers black out Robert Downey Don't surround me with that weak shit Merely An imitation So Bakari Ken the GOAT is initiatin' the Statement Bars of greatness ain't from bitin' it's from Blood sweat and tears That's the separatin' factor tween myself and Some peers Google me Chuck