Hook You swear it aint a problem when you talking, but we know that aint true I swear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you You sca-a-ared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through So...I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t do like you do Verse 1 Arguments with my audience The problem hits w/ the politics / Still they be applauding Piph Prolly gets a lil rough for them to ride They just came to kick it / He talking bout some black pride He talkin’ ask how we can do better in communities my dude we just came here for these raps, right... Chill bruh, I’m just knowing what I’m throwin, plus I’m hoping that these poems mean summin when I quote em And I stil wrote em w/ the hand chillin scrotum Moms looking to her friends like, “Sorry girl, I told him.” But who said we can’t drink and think? Who said we can’t laugh and do math when we link? Who said we gotta mean mug / Just becasue they dreamed up Dirty situations and they hating when we clean up Who said broke's keeping it real? Who said you gotta be rich and then code switch to deal? Who said that my best aint come? Boy, I bless these yungs Hella successes for a rest these lungs Who said what we is? Who says what we aint? Who’s lifiting up our brothas and our sisters if we can’t? Who said that by black aint sexy? Skinny boy, ouchea flexin, I swear... Hook You swear it aint a problem when you taking, but we know that aint true I sear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you You sca-a-ared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through So...I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t move how you do Bridge And they be like ride-ride-ride with your folks yeah You aint even gotta worry cause we gon’ steer Vibe-vibe-vibe with your folks, yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah... Verse 2 So gon’ ride witcha folks Catch a vibe witcha folks You on your 9-to-5 / Suit and tie witcha folks At the job witcha folks / You done mobbed witcha folks The fly biz class / Been a playa / Why coach, but Tell me, killa, where them $ at? You claim weight on the Gram / Here’s a lede / Follow back Gon’ nix that doubt / You got chips in route Mr. Acrobat Man / Gon’ flip that house Skip that car / Ya done got 2 on park Depreciates to quick / Gotta equip these blocks Get these stocks / Heal minds that hit these knocks Can’t forever climb up if past pain aint stopped Aim these shots / Mane, we just spraying a lot Praying summin hit a goal / Boy, train yo’ glock Stop following stars / They Aint remodelling ours ‘Less they invest in neighborhoods that be feeding they parts And don’t listen to me / I don’t know what I speak But a read a book bwoy... / Library gottem for cheap, cause look Who said that our minds aint sexy? Nerdy boy ouchea flexin’ / I swear.... Beat Switch Chant They got the trouble in the air Blocks moving around They love it when you scared But no- fooling us now We coming in prepared Cause ooo...we bout to clown Knowing that when things blow up... They got the trouble in the air Blocks moving around They love it when you scared But no- fooling us now We coming in prepared Cause ooo...we bout to clown Knowing that when things blow up... We’ll hold you down Verse 3 (Beat Switch Verse) I’ll hold you down, youngin I’ve been working on summin for awhile now Trynna get it moving for these clouds crowd Round here / Seen too many drown from no help Cause underwater screams aint a loud sound This round / Went from solo to fo’ do’ To please scoot back / There’s more to hold in the photo The units in the movement They confuse it / For just music Don’t be stupid / But this here is just a banger, don’t you kow they got the Beat Switch Chant End They got the trouble in the air Blocks moving around They love it when you scared But no- fooling us now We coming in prepared Cause ooo...we bout to clown Knowing that when things blow up... We’ll hold you down You swear it aint a problem when you talking But we know that aint true I swear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you You scared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through So, I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t do like you do Arguments with my audience The problem hits with the politics Still they be applauding Prolly gets a lil rough for them to ride They just came to kick it He talking bout some black pride He talking ask how we can do better in communities my dude We just came here for these raps, right Chill bruh, I’m just knowing what I’m throwing Plus I’m hoping that these poems mean summin when I quote em And I stil wrote em with the hand chillin scrotum Moms looking to her friends like Sorry girl, I told him But who said we can’t drink and think Who said we can’t laugh and do math when we link Who said we gotta mean mug Just because they dreamed up Dirty situations and they hating when we clean up Who said broke's keeping it real Who said you gotta be rich and then code switch to deal Who said that my best aint come Boy, I bless these youngs Hella successes for a rest these lungs Who said what we is Who says what we aint Who’s lifiting up our brothas and our sisters if we can’t Who said that by black aint sexy Skinny boy, outchea flexin, I swear You swear it aint a problem when you talking But we know that aint true I swear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you You scared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through So, I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t do like you do And they be like ride, ride, ride with your folks yeah You aint even gotta worry cause we gone steer Vibe, vibe, vibe with your folks Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So gone ride witcha folks Catch a vibe witcha folks You on your 9-to-5 Suit and tie witcha folks At the job witcha folks You done mobbed witcha folks The fly biz class Been a playa, why coach, but Tell me, killa, where them dollas at You claim weight on the gram Here’s a lede, follow back Gone nix that doubt You got chips in route Mr. Acrobat Man Gon’ flip that house Skip that car You done got two on park Depreciates too quick Gotta equip these blocks Get these stocks Heal minds that hit these knocks Can’t forever climb up if past pain aint stopped Aim these shots Mane, we just spraying a lot Praying something hit a goal Boy, train your glock Stop following stars They aint remodeling ours Less they invest in neighborhoods that be feeding they parts And don’t listen to me I don’t know what I speak But a read a book boy Library gottem for cheap, cause look Who said that our minds aint sexy Nerdy boy ouchea flexin’, I swear You swear it aint a problem when you talking But we know that aint true I swear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you You scared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through So, I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t do like you do They got the trouble in the air Blocks moving around They love it when you scared But no fooling us now We coming in prepared Cause ooo, we bout to clown Knowing that when things blow up They got the trouble in the air Blocks moving around They love it when you scared But no fooling us now We coming in prepared Cause ooo, we bout to clown Knowing that when things blow up We’ll hold you down I’ll hold you down, youngin I’ve been working on summin for awhile now Trynna get it moving for these clouds crowd Round here, seen too many drown from no help Cause underwater screams aint a loud sound This round, went from solo to four door To please scoot back There’s more to hold in the photo The units in the movement They confuse it, for just music Don’t be stupid, but this here is just a banger Don’t you know they got the They got the trouble in the air Blocks moving around They love it when you scared But no fooling us now We coming in prepared Cause ooo, we bout to clown Knowing that when things blow up We’ll hold you down

Intro Hey, I wanna try out something new Cause sometimes you gotta Step outside your comfort zone To figure out who you really are So this is just me Taking a chance Speaking on the situation at hand With you Kinda hoping you feel the same way too though Yuh Hook 1 I’ve been feeling foolish Knowing that you is on my mind I’m going through it I’m feeling some type of way I’ve been feeling foolish Knowing that you is on my mind I’m going through it I’m feeling some type of way Verse 1 I’ve been feeling foolish, foolish, when I spend time with you Hoping that our lives don’t get confused Knowing that our time aint much it’s true Aint yet say what it will or won’t be Could look away, but we’re still gon’ see Plus we’re at the age when we aint gon play / Trust each other with our feelings reason that we feel free But got forever on my mind though I’m in this day in Knowing you aint got no time fo’ A brotha playing So, I’m trynna keep it mindful Of what’s displaying, but If you been praying Gone - tell me what you been saying, cause.. Hook 2 I’ve been feeling foolish Knowing that you is on my mind I’m going through it I’m feeling some type of way I’ve been feeling foolish Knowing that you is on my mind I’m going through it I’m feeling some type of way Verse 2 I aint even say nun’ But I thought about it Say something when them thoughts gets cloudy Reasons for bliss when it cheese hits the lips, but Seems you the spliff, I need in a miss Say summin with you boy then / No recording No social me-dia-you / me-to-you is really more important I get gon’ when you hit next level That’s any one you on from stillettos to your Jordans Hit the store in the mall try 4 fits Looking good in all / Get em all / We don’t forfeit Encore to them haters / Middle fingers four flips Two for each of us / Reaching up, of course gets shoulders on the tired [But] holding up our ends / Gets us moving through miles Never losing in them trials When the court hits / Lawyer gets tapped leaky faucets, Checking out our drip / They slipped / We gripped, cause I know this came the hard way And you’ve been working all day You wish I wasn’t far away I’ll meet you in your hallway Cause you aint gotta call [and] say You think I’m putting on game You think I do this always? [suck teeth] Nah, girl this Yahweh, look End Bridge Come through some time, some time, some time Come through some time, some time, some time Come through some time, some time, some time Come through some time, some time, some time Come through some time, some time, some time Come through some time, some time, some time End Bridge 2 Cause every day’s a blessing if you want it And every day’s a lesson if you want it Or every day’s for stressing if you want it It’s all perspective / Hey, it’s all perspective

It’s the return of Mr. Never Left I write hooks / Connect punchlines / Due time maybe break a neck Grind cause I aint gotta check Rona killed it / On the 3rd day / Wordplay made me resurrect Judas oughta get respect Bet you feel good Tired of rappers out here talking choppas so they feel hood Tired of critics hating though / They know it still could Be a situation where they placed and it gets uhhhh... Feel like I’m healing summin Fake friends flip sides that aint really nuttin I don’t makeup w/ clowns when they back around You was never the first down, boy you been punting, look I run it back w/ a stunning rap Not a gun or strap, but the clap back make em move summin A hunnet raps like a hunnet packs Hail mary / Boy been dope / You pray / We huntin... The predator got the better score Plus, I edit more just to perfect what my genetics store At the core, I aint trippin off rap, but perhaps Could flip it into lifting up some Blacks, cause Many jump when they holding out a plate Running like a slave / Coming for that master - bait But wait...Ya’ll know we smarter than that Said we built the pyramids / Culture is our mirror images Now the scrimmage is / Tween our blemishes Don’t diminish quick, but we knowing that the soul gonna replenish it I, g, go mo’ realer But flow mo’ pure when I roll no filter They said that my skin hold me back But I’m in the league officially, so guess I’m Pro-Black Plus, I’m pro Kaep it's a new era See the beauty in the hue, that’s a true mirror / I’m through It’s the return of mister never left I write hooks Connect punchlines Due time maybe break a neck Grind cause I aint gotta check Rona killed it On the third day Wordplay made me resurrect Judas oughta get respect Bet you feel good Tired of rappers out here talking choppas so they feel hood Tired of critics hating though They know it still could Be a situation where they placed and it gets uhhhh Feel like I’m healing summin Fake friends flip sides that aint really nuttin I don’t make up with clowns when they back around You was never the first down Boy you been punting, look I run it back with a stunning rap Not a gun or strap But the clap back make em move summin A hunnet raps like a hunnet packs Hail mary, boy been dope You pray, we huntin The predator got the better score Plus, I edit more just to perfect what my genetics store At the core, I aint trippin off rap But perhaps could flip it into lifting up some blacks Cause many jump when they holding out a plate Running like a slave Coming for that master bait But wait, ya’ll know we smarter than that Said we built the pyramids Culture is our mirror images Now the scrimmage is Tween our blemishes Don’t diminish quick But we knowing that the soul gonna replenish it I, g, go mo realer But flow mo’ pure when I roll no filter They said that my skin hold me back But I’m in the league officially, so guess I’m pro black Plus, I’m pro kaep it's a new era See the beauty in the hue, that’s a true mirror I’m through

Hook Lordy, Lordy help me find my way Can’t hide my pain So I cry some days, ohhh... So gone hold me then let go so I fall / Fall / Fall... They done told me that the sky aint grey But my eyes say That it is today, soooo... Gone hold me then let go so I fall / Fall / Fall... 1st Verse -So much on my mind Feeling like / Feeling like I’m slowly dying To all else, I’m seeming fine, but I swear I gotsta go- I know it’s all on me- Though I read the script, still falling for the plot twists Now I’m in a scene clip surrounded by actors How they roll / I don’t know / Guess I aint practice being fake Well, that’s a lil judgemental All gotta plate to eat / Some just digest it better Plus, I aint see the letter written (scribbled) to themselves That smile that they gave / Could really be a cry for help, so Lordy, Lordy help us find our way But it’s too soon for the hook, so I aint falling for the bait Just b/c you thinking I'm good, aint gotta stay Til that gets addressed / I aint sharing my new address, look 2nd Verse And it aint just me though Talked to sis and she’s on the same free throw Shooting bricks My man’s fam’s jammed gotta plan to get his change up Other wanted wtfey, but unlikely when she changed up Same strut- Other bortha pissed cause the miss that he picked steady trips and gets flamed up Blame huh? [sucks lips] Nah, he on the same stuff Friends losing fam / Now damn...they getting drained up Homey’s child slanged up / Praying for his pain Other mentally banged up / Praying for her brain Bosses / Divorces / Praying something changed Faith on different courses got me praying for my praying Xanax to Zoloft Panics to yo loss Sorry for it, but you know how many that you better off, then- That’s an argument I hate Aint sayin life sucks / Just saying life’s rough sometimes... 3rd Verse I was speaking on this phone call to a known doll Who I swear I just met, but yet...she was knowing all On there going off / Showing off I do that Charismatic with jokes / When she asked if I knew that I was blessed- The answer...yeah, but the quest / For progress On my chest / Gets the best of me Aint much for destiny Swear I had the recipe But he aint even feedin em when missing key ingredients Believing in my mind / My kind should move mountains Spend more time trynna dodge my accountant So many gambles to choices to bets Give a brotha greif taking pieces from my peace To beef up the stress though I know they’re both proud Paused a sec / A tear rolled down Realized my parent’s lives rise off of mine Felt like I failed em / A brotha started crying My crime being since college / Know I had a dream That they’d see me on the screen like, “My boy, yeah I see him!”` Slight flex / Move the world w/ my schemes, but they getting a lil older Moving a lil slower That’s life Do it long enough and it rolls up But I wish I did some more they could hold up But hol’up / Bigger problems perhaps Reflected in my homeboy whose lung just collapsed Used to sit up in the studio Him on Don Julio Me on water fluid, but I still was talking stuipd though From rhyming to ballin’ to womens Even joked about death, now I’m praying that his time stretch I was quiet... Heard a breath... Silence kept then she said it’s alright No reply / I’m knowing what she meant Should learn from my past and remember why I’m sent So long as my parent’s double-A R P fly My boy’s bed ridden, but every day he try And I’m never blinded by the vision in my eyes. We going for it all, but please let me go, so I... So I...

Ooooo, you better show my g... They don’t respect it when it’s so low key Stay cool, but show’em you hold heat Let em know [Let em know] Let em know [Fa sho] From ab work to jab work Crunch time to punch lines I chef whatever / It’s day party brunch time Black bougesie / In any hood I be They take threats in vein, til I go IV Roman numeral / I’m for [four] any funeral as pall bearer, ya’ll gear up, God fearer / You should know I gotta crucial Glow I produced the show Summin, summin, summin, summin Metamucil flow Look, you gotta know what you want I’m trynna be the shoulders that my folks standing on It starts w/ the legs / Pledge that you’ll gettem strong But your calves (Cavs) to weak boy, you aint got the brawn (Bron) I be knowing that, so I keep my focus like (aye) She be strolling back, knowing when she poking that (aye) I be holding back, hoping for a moment, but I aint gon’ fall for it ya’ll I’m too grown Flaw of a dog is always choose bone Muffle the sound / Cover up them hormones My knees hurt and she acting like she 23 Holla at me when that number turns 20 g’s I got kids to feed and none of ‘em of mine My lungs on the line My ex hell [exhale] cause she dumb all the time Really I’m lying / Just needed a line For a lil wordplay / She aint gonna listen anyway That’s rough, but this aint naan cuffin rap Enough of that / Let’s discuss where them bucks at I greek freak for dolla’s, bahts, yen / Rands in hand til it’s franc that my pounds up This rounds us / From drinking to brawlin Think we sparring, huh? / Nah, bruh, we all in So hey...send a call to a g Golden moves w/ the Droid / Star Wars CP3-oh You thought I’m talking bout the point guard Cause the way I travel you would think my life was har- Den I stepping back and making room up for applause, then Rocket to the moon / [My] a cappellas is a tune I know that is outdated when a player’s getting traded But look mama I made it, now to chill up on some acres, Never- Gambled in Vegas, but I promise I go Sega Genesis to revelation placing hands up on the table And it’s Ace, Ace, King, Queen, chuncking ya’ll the deuce Say that aint a winning hand, man I am the proof Boy from the Bluff hit the Cali sands Lil Rocking overseas when I land / Damn I am the truth Yeah, it’s International P Suited for this / It’s just fashionably me Gatekeepers wanna cut us out the plan they won’t lend a helping hand...God bless the amputees I ask em all said what you know about me Sometimes they don't respect it til you showing out Y'all okay games til that lesson gets taught Hard heads don't change til that pressure gets plues

Hook I sit alone in my room w/ my lady overseas I would roam, but dear a brotha to breathe Cause the Ronas in aroma / We under siege At least that’s what they say, but still a brotha’s at ease, cause look Ya boy aint built for fear Some done wilted here But aint no guilt to heal And so I rise... At times the burns are clear Gotta relearn to care Still I yearn the air And so I... See, I could take it back Sitting on the laps Way before the Lacs / Or the Benz In the big ole van Cruising ‘cross the map I relaxed in my momma’s hands Cause I know she can / Heal the world in her arms Her calm was my strong, but That was then / This is now, got some gray hairs Simple joys of a child / I aint stay there And I don’t even care / Kids are stupid Playing kinda sorta cause I’m knowing that the truth is That the youth is got perks and privileges But Earth done give the kid A purpose and perspective what this reall y is A day type grind Incite some inds I like to climb So I fight for mine The plight gets tiring So I might recline I write sometimes Gotta get right in the mind There’s some things I wanna see If not, gotta still find peace That’s on me... Verse 2 I used to be less scared of death than the stress from my next step Now they’re kinda even So I’m cool w/ breathing I aint cool w/ heathens If your pressure is oppressing me and mine than I less than kindly decline Good ole boys like to stereotype Fighting not to obituary your life Then bury your wife My arial sights keep peripheral in digital Plus a rearview / History is critical E-R / See scars plus wounds Aint hiding em from ya’ll My mirror aint appalled It’s clear I’m on a call and mission for the fall edition of a brand called REAL Ya’ll still wear the art of wishing Put BIG on the front of my name I’m talking bout the range it aint never been a size thang Room to grow w/ the FAM in tow Headed to a place everybody won’t go