Coleslaw

Back to square one
 This shit for the fam
 I don't have fun
 I'm handsome
 Money on my mind
 I'm finna grab some
 Your grandson
 Finally got the light
 I'm finna shine some
 Horizon
 Tryna block me out
 But know I'm fine love
 I'm fired up
 You serving to the feds
 That nigga wired up
 I'm nice as fuck
 Everything is clutch
 Cause I got Jordan touch
 I'm more than tough
 Still I might retire
 Like I'm Andrew luck
 The golden child
 Shooting from the line
 That boy he known to foul
 Hand me downs
 Now I'm in designer
 What's the thread count
 Showing off
 All them nights I practiced
 Know I gotta ball
 Rap the only sport
 Where you lack talent
 Still could make it far
 Know a friend who got a classic album
 Get no plays at all
 I work for everything I ever had
 I could never fold
 The story goes
 Tryna build a family like the Corleone's
 Graveyard shift
 Working over night
 With all these lovely bones
 Money come and goes
 Plotting on my life
 Devil want my soul
 With all these lovely woes
 But still I'm good to go
 Boy I'm good as gold
 Cause everything I touch increase in value
 Hear the streets is talking
 Tell 'em watch the outcome
 Want my name beside a x
 Like I'm truly Malcolm
 This is greater purpose
 All the days they said I'm worthless
 Take the roof off the whip
 And let it ease my mind
 I been cruising with the tint
 Screaming free the guys
 I let my legs hang off the bed
 Like the edge of a cliff
 My tears fall and seep
 Deep into my pillow
 Mind race like the Indy 500
 Spine tingling in my slumber
 Paralyzed by the truths of my life
 Turn onto my cheek
 Stare deep into the white walls
 Notice every speckle match the marks of the injustice
 Playing Peggy through my speakers
 The sounds of chaos ring clearly
 Feel like sweet melodies
 From a songbird in the Spring
 The battle cry of the negroes
 The last song of the sinners
 The rebellion
 Return of the radio rap menace
 Serve fools like tennis
 Lounge in chaos like its Venice
 The bad man
 The crimson lip lined black ninja
 Who escaped out of prison
 And threw a finger to the system
 My words penetrate
 Like bullets in the flesh
 The slow burn
 The hell of the Devil envelope in your chest
 Development of the negligence
 Fuck the lover shit
 Terrorize the minds of the youth
 Like the government
 Java
 Be synonymous
 With the obvious
 Ominous
 Feeling of confidence
 When a nigga rising to prominence
 On Keyze shit yo I gotta spit
 These niggas weak
 And won't speak
 So I just heat up
 Like 'Bron in Miami Beach
 The pro black Bojack
 You see on tweets
 Be in the streets
 Marching for mine
 So it's all love
 Now rest in peace
 My skills sharpened
 Hit the target
 With a pop
 In a room full of polka dots
 Just tryna find my spot
 I'm sparking what I got
 I was charming now I'm not
 Got the armor in the pot
 You facing karma in the block
 I got the juice
 Square box
 And a straw
 I'm often appalled
 At all the thoughts I recall
 Kyrie with the handles
 Chris Paul with the ball
 But I'm whiter than the office room wall
 Yeah look
 I'm Kobe Bryant
 When I'm shooting
 In that golden armor
 I'm smoking dope
 Out in the open
 Bang the second cater
 A spartan rapping
 Rip ya heart apart
 And leave you heartless
 I turn a MC to a carcass
 Imma win regardless
 Drinking
 Head spinning like the bottle top
 Make her wi wigidy wobble
 She gotta lotta wap
 And imma knock you off the the top
 Like fresh cuts
 I'm next up
 So bless up
 I need a girl that's in the big chest club
 With F cups
 Yes sir
 And it's so easy
 Cause me Java and Keyze
 Bring the pressure
 She gotta give me head
 She love the texture
 No question
 Here's a lesson
 Because after the sex session
 She gon text ya
 Like damn babe
 I'm sorry I was resting
 No effort
 I'm the best forever
 Because I'm California dreaming
 Every time I'm scheming
 It all seems so simple in my mind
 Without even a reason
 Or even to believe in
 Everything will be okay with time