Unorthodox

We done came up
 Everybody love 'em
 On the regular
 Lookin' at popular colored faces
 Observing what my brothers faces in all races
 Lost in generations before hatred
 See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
 But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
 Jack cheddar from the make believe
 Break the trees on they eighth CD
 Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
 I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
 Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
 And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya
 From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
 I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
 Won't sign to no major if no wager
 Less than a 3 million offer off the top
 I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
 Why settle for a office spot?
 Niggas don't always make it off the block
 Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
 They still snitchin' - let me guess: that's your mannequin?
 Leave 'em swhile you're standing and quit the shenanigans
 Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
 Words or tour probably resort top sea examinin'
 This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
 I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem
 Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
 All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
 Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
 The only soul that won't sin
 No he won't give in
 Yo this world is bone chillin'
 Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
 Properly delivered, drop trees in my swishers
 And bring that back to my property wit' ya
 It ain't easy being this royal
 When you got this much going for you
 It ain't hard to be disloyal
 Comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil
 Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
 The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
 I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
 I be sonning niggas so expect less offerings
 Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
 Word to God I'm the best offering
 BMX like Hoffman
 BMF like Ross man
 Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
 From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
 They said next up so I stepped up
 Fly like I dressed up
 Bitches try to hang like left nuts
 Like orangutans in the west of
 Of the mother land, but I've got the swank of no other man
 Brother man
 They can't understand
 Pro Era boys pop rubber band
 Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
 All I got is my Pros, I don't need no friends
 Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
 The only soul that won't sin
 No he won't give in
 Yo this world is bone chillin'
 Make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
 Properly delivered, drop trees in my swishers
 And bring that back to my property wit' ya
 Everybody love 'em
 We done came up
 I'ma spark it off unorthodox
 They don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though
 I'ma spark it off unorthodox
 On the regular