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My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd This world is changing right in front of me Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (I'm high, so I said it like that) (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (uh) (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (yeah, uh) Please believe these flows teach egos to freeze and then recede I'm C4 beneath your Jeep The second you turn that keyhole, then he blows your weak flows right out the water The father, boy, I work smarter and harder My style got a restraining order, don't bother I charter unseen territories in order to push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of I caught a lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs When I rock, thot turns to goddess Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible My hands are full with grands I pulled from stanzas, no, I can't go slow I'm Sandra Bull, either proceed with speed or don't breathe There's no creed or color that won't heed to the warning The planet'll shake when I'm performing Tectonic plates from a place where Tecs on their waist So stay safe, or get left with chest on your face As death waits for your last of breath, I'ma pass the test Yes, I'm a master chef Want a taste, then pay for it They claim they're real, but they're seldom straightforward The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang The flow changed, but Jermaine's the same, I'm Plain Jane Not a chain on my neck, but shine like baguettes A shame, not a flex, to rhyme like the rest My mind's quite depressed if I don't write these I'm Spike Lee of the audio, back in my barrio Parties got shot up, so I built up all my cardio Dodge shells, collect coins like I'm Mario But this is not a gaming experience, I'm serious, nigga (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (I'm high, so I said it like that) (Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (uh) (Straight up) straight up, straight up (yeah) My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd This world is changing right in front of me Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be I'm that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed Trump The gun that jammed 'cause it seemed God had other plans The Son of Man extending his hand to Son of Sam In forgiveness, for all of the homicides we witnessed The overdramatized, the traumatized with sickness Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness And served on a plate with sirloin steak To billionaires who don't care the world's gon' break Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit One man gains it soon as the next man lost it There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses 'Cause greed is a poisonous seed, indeed As it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees I proceed with caution, and I'm not flossing Unlike some, I'm not defined by my fortune I'm defined by rhymes, though I'm in my prime There was times that I was down 'cause I'd thought I'd lost it But no, low and behold, as my poetry grows I give all glory to God as the story unfolds And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show Ain't no time limit to get it, you ain't never too old So keep hold of your dreams, no matter how it seems If you don't water your lawn, well, then it won't stay green I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen their dad shares Cashiers replaced by machines Don't buy, subscribe so you can just stream your content Like rent, you won't own a thing Before long, all the songs the whole world sings'll be generated by latest of AI regimes As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream From the wayside, "Ayy, whatever happened to human beings?" Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (I'm high, so I said it like that) Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (uh) Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up (yeah) My niggas be smoking on something loud