STRAIGHT POETRY

Strain of pain of the screaming of the damned, things i did back then I could never understand

Fortune favors the bold and with that motto, im taking a stand against my own brand

I gotta whole discography of me shouting out my geography, im too busy dissing the wannabes

People being curious like George aint one of my ideologies, i focus on the economies

Telling stories and getting killed like I was Socrates, my apologies for the confusion

In conclusion me and Socrates on a different variable of writing skills, what a coincidence

Im working on my diligence to prove my innocence like im just a regular man amongst the citizens

Rapping so fucking much, im running out of synonyms to keep these bars spitting against the hypocrites

Those fucking shits of people, im about to pull the trigger and turn this situation lethal

They acting like they want peace and they so peaceful, then they flip and turn evil

They beg of people like me to put down the needle, hand it over and then they use it, so cerebral

Then they get arrested for doing shit illegal, they can’t run because they are feeble

They hand me back my needle and then I drive off wondering who else is deceitful

It isn’t like constitution at all, because all people arent equal, racist cops make a great sequel

 

Bullet of theses lyrics, these bars are straight poetry

Everyone knows I run this industry solely

Everybody knows what my disses are like, their potency

Building up my legacy while these bars are straight poetry

 

Dissing on my little bro, bitch you finna go, heaven calling out your name out the window

Now im stacking up my dough, i got a show later today and it’s finna blow up to the flow

That these bars are spitting and you know that these bars aint slow, tomorrow Ima finna grow

In my ego, making bangers on the radio, in the studio, you know im a pro once upon a time ago

These pussies dissing acting like I would care about them, but they are on the low

When I tell them no, they get hella pissed, when I tell them bro, they thought we friends though

Like hell no, you a wannabe ghetto, you ain’t ever even say hello, so I dunno

But you know these bars hitting like the pizza at domino, black like a crow, aiming a bow

At your skull maybe that will fix it, you know everything i do is legit, now im tired of this shh like a friendship

All these pussy bitches acting all desperate for a friend who is electric at these bars

Like im one of their shooting stars that they be wishing for, then they get all sedimental and i dont want no more

Now I’ll be spitting and spitting all these bars like this is a damn freestyle, meanwhile

My album getting delayed for these few singles that im dropping, it’s stopping

The thing that got me all popping, and hopping like a damn Mexican over the border

No disrespect to real homies that bar was meant for Who is you, bitch he through

Like im making bangers like im losing a screw, but to end this song we must continue

 

Bullet of theses lyrics, these bars are straight poetry

Everyone knows I run this industry solely

Everybody knows what my disses are like, their potency

Building up my legacy while these bars are straight poetry