Verse One:

It’s bout time I show how y’all grown men rap
It’s bout time for clout chasing niggas to fall back
I’m bout mines catch me bet a stack at the race track
Then take that flip it quick no matter the weight jack
You straight cap

I’m from the era where real spittas delivered on real rhythms a synonym for Kidd’s vicious
Attention wack niggas don’t need to get a mention
On the bars you ain’t pushing what I’m benching

God of Mars studying the art of war
Celebrity stars is on my shit list
yo, How the fuck they got it twisted
Thinking cause they got riches they can speak on how we livin’
They’re apart of the reason people ignorant to the system

Next subject
Don’t come up to me speaking on black lives
Specially if you black men ain’t got you no black wives
Black seeds black suits or ain’t got no black pride
It’s high noon fine time to bring in the high tide

Snakes back me into corners like I got nine lives
How many of my peers been aware since like nine five
Ten years ago I heard y’all screaming it’s grind time
Same fuckas who hate you catch ‘em running in place

Verse Two:

I heard some crackers got some white guilt
Meanwhile I’m sitting here still thinking about Sandra Bland and Emit Till
And what my nation built so it’s gon’ always be fuck how y’all feel
Trust me I’m a Gemini we always keep it real

Never lacking always hold ya steel
Sharpshooter practice shoot to kill
Hone ya skills and just remember
Leave ya self some room to build
And always get ya cheddar
January to December
Let nobody mess ya head up

Damn ya man tough (yeah I am)
I could nose dive face plant and still stand up
Pray for my brothas locked away in them handcuffs
They say we got a plan but the plan’s rough
I just hope we keep it moving cause damn bruh

Times running out policeman scream get yo hands up
Five shots later never given the chance tho
400 hundred years I know my niggas been amped up
Truth hurts and you ain’t gotta agree with my stance son

They say the only good black man is a dead one
If tables turned how would you feel us lynching a klansman
Tie you up then drag you out the back of a damn truck
And say no drinking from the fountain go get a damn cup