Ancient painters
Ancient pain hit like falling and knee scratch on pavement
Give you my last out my bag or my flask like pay with this
Pull my dick out like play with this
Taste smoke on your lips they black like Jadakiss I make you laugh like Chris
'Member in sixth grade they found out I was who Jada kissed
It's like we play to miss like we threw it
Parties, never got to it
Parents made sure like bitches my plans they screwed it
Tried Jesus, Allah, and Buddha, to try and get rebooted
But this inner-rooted
I'm scared walking in public but they ain't killed Zimmer- man
Never mind I'm cooling
Like Manny he put the tool in my hand and showed me how to accurately shoot it
But accuracy, don't matter when that prophecy sings
And as black beings, we often get caught up in the things
Premature rings like feelings caught during summer flings
Like Malcolm I'll go in between by any means, get it
Mean is in between like numbers
Niggas was acting funny 'til I woke em out of they- nap
Thought I was finna say slumber
But think again, unlike a nigga that ain't using no rubber
'Member they said Gazo couldn't rap now doubt is in coffins
They surrounded by my voice often they tone softens
They feeling trapped
Dreads too much to fit in a hat so I ain't never capped
Head, too much to fit in her mouth so she'll likely tap
Map it out and lay a pretty blueprint
Still tryna sell fourteen by twelve poetry blue prints