Black swan in the river swim fast before they kill you son
Little do he know that he's always been the chosen one
Knew some boys around the block who liked to rob and play with guns
The streets was never in his path he held his head up to the sun
Thinking would the Lord put an end to all this misery
Calling me a King "God I haven't gained a victory"
He ain't seen the future yet
Must ain't study history
All the girls went crazy for him
Never any mystery
Mommy was an addict
Father left when he was two years old
Jimmy never cried about it always had a heart of gold
Jimmy knew he loved his people
Even when they on the needle
He would be a criminal if love wasn't so damn legal
Listen close to the message hidden in my lyrics
Wanna claim you know it all
Go ahead and be my critic
Gave y'all all this raw shit
Now I'm boutta be specific
I am not a rapper Ima artist
Let me be artistic
Listen close to the message hidden in my lyrics
Wanna claim you know it all
Go ahead and be my critic
Gave y'all all this raw shit
Now I'm boutta be specific
I am not a rapper Ima artist
Let me be artistic
Told y'all ima artist
Please just let me paint the picture
Find a nice cool beat
Add a story in for mixture
They paint about some drugs that they know they asses don't take
Claim they really down for you it's crazy how they two faced
Oops I mean they too fake
Hide behind a high fade
Let's see the money that you make
Or credit cards that you take
Ian tryna knock hustle
Before you try to be about it you should try to solve a puzzle
Heard that it's therapeutic
Heard it tends to easy the mind
Living in the chaos I know it's hard
I know you tryna find peace up in the madness
But soul's covered in sadness
I know you feel allow when you step inside your palace
Ain't tryna go outside just fall deep inside your mattress
I guess when the tables turn that's your time to practice
I'd love an known status
Prolly meet a girl named Alice and fly her out to Paris
Did I mention she's from Dallas
I think her middle name is Francis
Hold up
Listen close to the message hidden in my lyrics
Wanna claim you know it all
Go ahead and be my critic
Gave y'all all this raw shit
Now I'm boutta be specific
I am not a rapper Ima artist
Let me be artistic
Listen close to the message hidden in my lyrics
Wanna claim you know it all
Go ahead and be my critic
Gave y'all all this raw shit
Now I'm boutta be specific
I am not a rapper Ima artist
Let me be artistic