Sworn Statements Video (MV)

I must admit you niggas make me cringe
Claim they men, looking through my lens all I see is bitch
Inject em with this poison till they laying stiff
Real shit in the syringe, you might feel a pinch
Climbed up out the trench, now we tryna get rich
Pigs wanna see us in the pen, I'm sickened by they stench
Triple Ks get lynched then I pick up the stick
Turn his limbs to a piñata until the candy drip
Man I'm sick
Blacker than Dracula it's spectacular
The fact I got the skill and the passion plus the vernacular
Check yo calendar, yo end is near, inhale the lavender
Like teaching safe sex, I tell them lil niggas wrap it up
Redact a man from history for dissing me, ain't shit to me
Wash your mouth or watch your mouth, need Listerine or pistols squeeze
But chill I try to preach to quit the violence like it's nicotine
Still I might just smack em I ain't trippin' on a misdemean
Mister clean, white tee, blue jeans, coolin' wit the team
Plain Jane, still I'm in her aim and she want the meat
Hit it till it's obsolete and now she won't stop calling me
Collard greens in the briefcase at the business meeting
Risk defeating, even if I'm down I fight till it's redeeming
Expertise in hustling, nigga trust, no one can intervene
I'm king with this writing, it's getting scary, shit I must be Stephen
Number 1 but odds is against me, guess you can call it even
Shaman the reason
This shit is still breathing, y'all niggas needed some seasoning
Nothing intriguing
Need more than critiquing, niggas been needing a beating
Niggas be tweaking
Can't be looking for loyalty when you be sleeping with demons
What are you seeking?
You want fame and the clout, I just need my respect and my freedom
Easy
I need some feet just like an amputee it's
Reeking
See what you preaching leave the angels weeping
Misleading
We in a different league, we not competing
I'm G-ing
Like Master P, no masters leading me
They watching me like DVD, I'll leave him be
Unless he tryna play me like a PSP
Release the beast, I'll cook and feast
I do this for the passion not the pageantry
Imagine me just fiending for reactions, that's beyond me
I'm sorry
Tamale, she on me
Ain't never bought a body
When pockets looking scrawny still she riding like a trolly
The poverty it haunt me till the car be a Rari
Then suddenly there's beef but that's haram meat
Be gone please
They drawn why?
I'm on fire
Run this shit you niggas tired
Self explanatory bars, I ain't gotta tell you I'm nice
With my tribe split the pie but this ain't over night
Miss me with disguise, where's the love? Y'all focused on the likes
I got no ties to those guys
That wave you ride's a low tide
I'm mo' high, I coast by
And all designer shit ain't fly but really you tried
The realest alive, if that's a lie then really I died