What More Do You Want? (feat. Steve Be Doiinit & Soul Sun) Video (MV)

Tryna smoke nigga
Just tryna smoke something
Oh ya'll niggas tryna rap huh
Aight
Here hold this
This is smoking music all my smokers say its thought provoking
I substituted your bars like I talked with coaches
I know how it feels to be stepped on I walked with roaches
A lyricist and sometimes I'm clouded with dark emotions
Black thoughts but don't compare to Tariq Trotter
I know your treasures and I seen your mills like Meeks father
So while you niggas post
I delete comments I speak knowledge on discreet topics
And even get a little more from street prophets
Deep pockets full of cash still ain't gonna decrease nonsense
Fumbling the 24 karat I drop a jewel
Something new nonviolent that the block approves
Admit I'm sick should get admitted to the hospital
Bars like B Hop hooks to the abdominal
Roll up the smoke climb right above the skyline
Politicing with couple tyrants and a mayan
A tyrant told me that he was tired of all the violence
The silence was uninvited as he begun to fight it
He was undecided as he looked in the mirror and said
Who's really strong as I am lion Zion I am tyrant
Then a Mayan didn't speak but a tyrant spoke for him
And all he said was that he would explain post mortem
And claimed we don't understand the worlds simplicity
The human physiology and eventual ending
Provincial countries with their preemptive pretending
Pre-us they would hide bread like a Prius
Now all of us is round bread like the pitas
Greet us then U.S. greed to dusty to see dusk
I kick the realest lyrics
I know that I kill it but you say I don't kill it
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
This ain't rap, it's reverence paid crucial
Attention to detail, I'm exiting stage Pluto
Laced kick freshen the tape, wrestlin' cage Judo
Spit spinach on the zip so catch a grenade Brunos
Some days I feel like sheddin' disdain, you know
Embrace this new bloom as edible arrangements, I'd
Stick to it, only if it made sense
Take the man in the mirror and make changes, my
Lyrics are vivid sanctions in frigid cases
Breachin' the skin and fragrance of the naked stripper nameless
And the, bishop swiggin' liquor in his fitted flakin'
The innocent temptress vacant for business shaving
Less and less of chore stretchin' medicine decibel pure
Reachin' for credible source not the intelligent course
Meta way to measure excelling and soarin'
Lookin' within self for methods of scoring, I
Can't worry bout how others do thangs, my
Middle name Jeffrey in the flu game
Carried to rest after giving it everything
Married to the spit, execution in every ring
I kick the realest lyrics
I know that I kill it but you say I don't kill it
What more do you want from me
What more do you want from me
Dig it
It's like I'm spinning in circles cocky from props
A 9-5 makes me humble edge ups every 3 days I hate to see the stubble
One of the nicest but I'm not paid life can reshuffle these cards dealt
Oh Lord
You say my gifts will make room right now they just a side hustle
I can give you these burdens black on black victory uncertain
Conditions worsen and then that light shine
They got theirs and they tryna take mine
I stand firm as the world turns death increase
Lessons learned the best of me is yet to be
360 degrees dizzy similes
A fish tryna cleave thru doubt with non belief and rare breed
Like bastards with success or greed and poverty
Both exist like good and evil disease to cure people
Cash advances being legal but illegal
Place em right outside of ghettos my peoples feeble I'm here to free you
Whatever it takes shed a tear for innocent inmates
Aborted babies crooked corporates fast food increasing morbid
Talentless touring groupies take caution
Young women and men trapped off in stress anorexia coffins
Pimpin from the beginning to the ending thoughts penning
I'm still spinning