[ Featuring Hobbes Duende ]
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Hobbes and Said
Revolutionary but gorgeous and we still here
Dun know
Scarborough
All that
Yeah
Yo uh huh
Pain and triumph
BDSM on the road I came from violence
You say you wanna roll
Change your tires
You don't want him to testify
Aim it higher
Yeah
I'm a sign of the time
Murder on my mind
Since 1999 I been a walking hate crime
I turn fans into fiends
These is base lines
Strange fruit
Gave the government proof
Through the grapevine
Niggas so worried about money
They forget to spend it
Then they end up paying with their life
For a pendant
I ain't admitting no guilt
My nigga I just penned it
It's a difference between investigating and pending
Sit with my emotions
And I'm closest to is rage
The only way I coped
When I wrote it on the page
Retelling events that had them
Throw me in a cage
Feel like a decade older
Than whats supposed to be my age
I seen things that should of had me
Bald or going grey
Mad dash every day
A step closer to the grave
Yeah
I see the world through these Burberry shades
Same things that I cut my teeth on
Help me shave
Yeah
These man rap about their watch
And their diamonds well
I know they gonna snitch
Because time will tell
Instagram live
Doing search and seizure
All that lean and pills
Was it worth the seizures
Punch drunk nights
Now he sober with amnesia
Chatting bout
Chess vs checkers
But can't play neither
Stepping on dope like Saturday night fever
Drinking I can f*ck with him juice
Until they taste ether
Yeah, we going back
Uh yeah
Infatuated with rap
Crime and clutching triggers
Barely a teen
Clocking time in double digits
Now I'm at private events
Cause I'm a public figure
Other niggas hating
Guess they aint see the plan
Three card monte
They aint see the hands
Pictures with politicians
Yo they paying me to stand
I get it, I mean I'd be mad too
I'd be mad too if I was in your shoes my nigga
But you know
The oldest yute of Rockford and Denise
Walking through the streets
Pocket full of heat
Moving awful when it's beef
Not talking to police
When his opps will get deceased
Had a desert eagle popped at
I rocked that nigga beak
Yeah
Greg was there
He know my shit real
He watched me put that nigga through a wind shield
Man was running base
Like I hit it through the infield
Brought a dot from the dot
It's only right that I hit steel
I sold weed for a summer
Was a gun runner
I stopped selling coke
Cause calls from unknown numbers
I sit back and wonder
What if life had take me under
I'd still be here
Cause I signed a deal, the math was real
Dropped some online joints that had mad appeal
Ayatollah Jaxx, hip hop history
Wrote for some of the biggest niggas ask
