5th Child - Unicorn Lyrics

Send shots to your way, no flirt
It's a million different ways to leave these niggas in the dirt
Child labor victim, I've been putting in the work
Since knee-high, sippin' Nehi in my Levi's
When y'all was chasing ice cream trucks in your Reeboks
I was in the duck trying to scoop senioritas
California love, I was born on the seaside
Album cut classics, fan lose it off the B-sides
Rappers better throw up their peace signs or resign
Find a change a plans or find their fans on the decline
Put the paws on em', make the backtalk rewind
Created in the image, ain't a blemish on my design
Seen the IT movie, it's some clowns in the underground
I don't break a sweat, send the hounds out to hunt em' down
Scarin' em' to death, ain't no sounds when we come around
Blame it on my pops, he gon' frown if I dumb it down
Straight loungin, skraight lounging
Nigga living like he flipped coins in a fountain
Then it came true, now my view's from the mountain
Ya boy is sick in the head, I think I need counseling
Shout out to my therapist and all forgotten derelicts
Trying to spread awareness before I do it with a pair of fists
Niggas blaspheme, rain wrath on the heretics
They by having swag but they raps is embarrassing
Racks in the caravan, How you think I done this
Before I went conscious I was eating niggas lunches
Legend in the region that ain't founded assumptions
Where you think I'm headed, see the arrow on a compass
Trying to make a fortune I can share with an accomplice
A queen in the shotgun, leaning on her armrest
Beamin' from her top to her toes in a sundress
I would keep stunting but it's never been a contest
The better man is obvious, Stevie coulda peeped that
Keep the feedback, I would do it just to free blacks
Crackers on one, robbing niggas for they SESAC
Every nickel and dime of mine, I'ma need that
Show me where the keys at, I do this for the culture
Dude is unfocused? Tell him move a little closer
You can spend your whole life zooted off of doja
But I'ma keep it playa, I ain't losing my composure
Trump call me Caesar, I ain't never wore a toga
Empire's everywhere I roam with my chauffeur
Angels out front squash craniums of cobras
I'm chillin' on a isle, not the lanes in the Kroger
Catch me down in Christ Church hanging with the Bajans
Stampin up the passport, my life is so amazing
I ain't just saying stuff, I'm trying to make a statement
For every black boy that spent his nights in the basement
Workin' on this hip hop, represent the nation
Radio don't recognize real, flip the station
Tastemakers try to play God, we don't praise them
Cosigns for folks with bad credit, you can save them
Made men are never man made
Don't get it twisted
I just had to lay it down on some 5th shhhh