They say that I'm militant
Straight monster, why do I seem so evil in niggas' eyes
Can they see in me all the cries that I've locked up?
Surely they'll ignore me as if I don't need a hug or something, no Love
Tell me why they always taking something?
Should it really be a surprise
Niggas orchestrating criminal ties?
And when they strike I raise my hand and abide
But in the end I'm always paying the price
Whether my patience or tolerance
A grenade with the pin unlocked but the bomb hasn't popped yet
And it's on edge, if you drop it you'll find a head in a carcass
With little legs in the armpits my victims dead on the carpet
Looks like the end of a moshpit
What you said to me's nonsense
I'll give a leg and an arm to see that you're dead or unconscious
And don't pretend, it's a promise I don't play fair with a possum
So beware if I cross one, you'll find your head in my garbage
And find your skin in my closet
First of all, listen I'm high
Been for a couple days, shit... I'm aight
Wish I could say that when I bought me the eighth
But f*ck it, shit f*ck it yo I'm smoking, I'm straight
Nah, nothing bro been stressing, then you're getting the ache
Like goddamn it gets bad when you're focusing straight
I know you can't seem to shake all your demons away
But being afraid is meaningless, you need them to stay
So when niggas start to get easy with it, teeth will go spray
Turn one to a paraplegic with a sweep of his legs
I had a dream about a boy who said he lived in LA
People feared him 'cause he could see through all their schemes and their games
Unaffected by all the yam
Even Kendrick agrees it
Something 'bout bitches and beaches
Makes the genitals tingle
Though my circle of Hell would lend a lack of effort in clean up
I'm glad I have enough of thinking to put a wrap on my penis
The shit is sad but I'm either lacking Compassion
Or wish I just had amnesia
I don't want to think about last weekend
Staff meetings 'bout near nothing
Wish I had the stamina
Don't give a crap 'bout you niggas, you want a pass of this reefer?
Either I'm up or I'm struggling, don't give a f*ck I don't need ya
This is just me in my world surviving, providing the beats to my own drum
Yeah, damn right I'ma beat it like a pop king.
See how I'm talking?
Oh yeah, you think this is fun, right? Hahahahaahaha!
Get up!
Get up!
I'ma beat it like a pop king
Get up!
That's what they're afraid of
The past years of anger
If even half of this managed to escape that would be dangerous
Why would you want that, do you want that?
Please don't want that, yeah we want that, yeah we want that!
Why has this generation been so tired, lost, wired wrong, the sorrow?
Why give a f*ck 'bout today if it all could be gone by tomorrow?