Put on my guy fawkes
But I’m not trying to buck
With my uncles tie
Amplify the reason we occupy
Sit at the brain drain
Until 12 then they tell
My screen to go low
The scene has to glow
But wrestling has real tones
So my pitch stays in check
Since they moved my lunch early
Saying F four
Starving I went on E by six
Got back they ask “what you a G four?”
Stunned I said “what’s all the hate for?”
Maybe I should check my mate more
I start my day with plenty
Apply the fennty then bundles too
I’m a controversial artist
But that’s what Georgians do
Keep my fit in mind
Cause my fashion will define
How I get my grind
From using my mind?
To what’s behind?
Then watch power go away
Like ghost started spinning clay
Cause my voice in this place
Doesn’t get a choice
Like putin misplaced the suggestion box
But I’m a thot since I’m black
So they cut me a lot of slack
By putting me in the back
Where I stay at for a sack
When we finally meet
Bring nev and crew
Cause I always look at her like she’s new
My armor cracked from the war outside
No guns and lives just pens and lies
Used to increase our demise
At least I have you
And you have I
This a tru story
We couldn’t tell no lie