Okay, yeah okay
I said even with an outro, hate to leave it finished
I tried to keep my count low, pushing on the limit
Why they always bluffin just to buffin up they image
But I keep stronger presence like I'm cookin up some spinich
Okay
Not even my roster, that's why I stay unbothered
That shit is for the birds and that goes for all your flock
See what I kill with rocks, and you deserve an Oscar
Fake ass niggas think they control the block
You talk crazy nigga, you don't phase me nigga
You getting lazy, I just pass you on the daily
Only did it cause you made me
Niggas thinking that they scathed me
Man wake up and smell the flowers, really put you in a daisy
Got your calling baby and papa what kinda shit is that?
Making your deposits nigga you can getcho pennys back
Even with your two cents, you don't make any sense
You was just a baby I can take away your innocense
Like BLOCKA
I said even with an outro, hate to leave it finished
I tried to keep my count low, pushing on the limit
Why they always bluffin just to buffin up they image
But I keep stronger presence like I'm cookin up some spinich
Okay
Okay, heroes turn to legends
And words turn to weapons
So if the boy was black, they could never teach that lesson, uh
They quick to change it when you getting perceptive
But they dont change it, they just shifting the method
It's written in ya history books
The victors paint the image and we haven't questioned the look
Then it got you thinking why the moment's feeling the same
And even though the time is different, how it ticks aint change
I need to quit my second guessing, uh
It got me recollecting
The shit I didn't mention
I'm slowly comprehending
The static in my psyche
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Okay, yeah okay
I said even with an outro, hate to leave it finished
I tried to keep my count low, pushing on the limit
Why they always bluffin just to buffin up they image
But I keep stronger presence like I'm cookin up some spinich
Okay
Not even my roster, that's why I stay unbothered
That shit is for the birds and that goes for all your flock
See what I kill with rocks, and you deserve an Oscar
Fake ass niggas think they control the block
You talk crazy nigga, you don't phase me nigga
You getting lazy, I just pass you on the daily
Only did it cause you made me
Niggas thinking that they scathed me
Man wake up and smell the flowers, really put you in a daisy
Got your calling baby and papa what kinda shit is that?
Making your deposits nigga you can getcho pennys back
Even with your two cents, you don't make any sense
You was just a baby I can take away your innocense
Like BLOCKA
I said even with an outro, hate to leave it finished
I tried to keep my count low, pushing on the limit
Why they always bluffin just to buffin up they image
But I keep stronger presence like I'm cookin up some spinich
Okay
Okay, heroes turn to legends
And words turn to weapons
So if the boy was black, they could never teach that lesson, uh
They quick to change it when you getting perceptive
But they dont change it, they just shifting the method
It's written in ya history books
The victors paint the image and we haven't questioned the look
Then it got you thinking why the moment's feeling the same
And even though the time is different, how it ticks aint change
I need to quit my second guessing, uh
It got me recollecting
The shit I didn't mention
I'm slowly comprehending
The static in my psyche
I said even with an outro, hate to leave it finished
I tried to keep my count low, pushing on the limit
Why they always bluffin just to buffin up they image
But I keep stronger presence like I'm cookin up some spinich
Okay
Not even my roster, that's why I stay unbothered
That shit is for the birds and that goes for all your flock
See what I kill with rocks, and you deserve an Oscar
Fake ass niggas think they control the block
You talk crazy nigga, you don't phase me nigga
You getting lazy, I just pass you on the daily
Only did it cause you made me
Niggas thinking that they scathed me
Man wake up and smell the flowers, really put you in a daisy
Got your calling baby and papa what kinda shit is that?
Making your deposits nigga you can getcho pennys back
Even with your two cents, you don't make any sense
You was just a baby I can take away your innocense
Like BLOCKA
I said even with an outro, hate to leave it finished
I tried to keep my count low, pushing on the limit
Why they always bluffin just to buffin up they image
But I keep stronger presence like I'm cookin up some spinich
Okay
Okay, heroes turn to legends
And words turn to weapons
So if the boy was black, they could never teach that lesson, uh
They quick to change it when you getting perceptive
But they dont change it, they just shifting the method
It's written in ya history books
The victors paint the image and we haven't questioned the look
Then it got you thinking why the moment's feeling the same
And even though the time is different, how it ticks aint change
I need to quit my second guessing, uh
It got me recollecting
The shit I didn't mention
I'm slowly comprehending
The static in my psyche
Writer: Stephon Teasley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid