What's up to the "woke" nation, faking like they ain't part, of the mass incarceration,
While yall playing they vids, and throwing money, they taking vacations,
Off your earned, sweat and tears, then have they nerve, to say we bloods,
But I see crips, in the making gangstas posing, let's get this sage baking,
I dissect, fake intellects, this is a lyrical syringe, you can't avoid the inject,
It's like covid, delta threat, how many suckas out here, using techs,
I just sit back, and let my thoughts recollect, these phonies, only using your hearts to self select, a more comfortable living,
Say they close to God, but in the life of sinning, everyday they gamble winnings,
It's their beginning, but I'm fixing to be the main ending, they just pretending,
To preach, that real **** after they had, a couple of encounterments,
They really government, they used they own, against they own,
Operation clone a clone, only dogs still dig up bones, goddess Nina Simone,
Cherish the skin that ya own, suckas racing, for the battle, of Youtubes throne,
Monetize ya videos, just to stand on, with some fancy music, with some words on,
I stand with nature, glancing the sun and moon, enlighten, off its natural natural perfume,
Chorus
These fools do it for the dough
But I do for it for souls
Of the people people
These fools do it for the dough
But I do for it for souls
Of the people people
Fake third eyes, I see the **** gleaming, sly must be a sty, as the pain multiply,
Can't play God, and still die?, why ask why, I'm tryna elevate like Elijah,
Dancing in the holy water, with fire but it can't consume me,I'm the slaughter,
What about the sons and daughters, pass generation, too selfish too selfish,
We eating too much shellfish, maybe that's why, we in the perfect, counterfeit,
I treat my body authentic, yall speak that new ****, I keep it vintage,
Old school rules, I hold it valuable, I'm angel raging, against all these devils,
Learned the laws of power, see poison gets devoured, by a natural remedy,
I am the public enemy, against humanity I can't help, but to be free,
Real spiritual folks ain't after money, this the age of the clout, soon to reroute,
So many folks out here, unsure, don't know where to go, what food to grow,
I only speak what I know, and yeah I make music, but its from the soul,
**** chasing scrolls, I let the spirits set the tolls, at their own expense,
What goes up must come downs, that's how gravity weighs the pounds,
I'm the shadow in every battle, to war every cut, that leads to gore of ya core,
Day and night, like Al B sure, can't escape the culture, death leeching vulture,
Ready to peck at ya sculpture, we War Angels, walking amongst chaos,
Every new topic, of the fake wokes is hands tossed, they getting soft,
They ain't got enough heat to bake,maybe that's why say they awake,
Look at Young Pharaoh, he brought a Lambo, at the expenses of the poor,
These fools do it for the dough
But I do for it for souls
Of the people people
These fools do it for the dough
But I do for it for souls
Of the people people
These fools do it for the dough
But I do for it for souls
Of the people people
These fools do it for the dough
But I do for it for souls
Of the people people
**** all they all apart of the plan
Confusion!!!
