Pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 As the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 When it ain't nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch
 Ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
 Ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich
 (As the Lord swings the pendulum)
 Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
 All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
 All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)
 Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell
 As the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 As the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 All y'all dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme
 Mark Cuban 'round your shooters, you just buy a team
 Started beef on IG and hide behind a meme
 Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween
 Y'all come out the closet just to market y'all new garbage
 I'm inside your bitch apartment, dick is parked about nine inches in the carcass
 Like Mister Marcus
 Too narcissistic to be licking carpet
 Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis
 Fuck all that shit you talking
 Y'all won't stand, y'all won't kneel, all y'all with is marching
 Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses
 Talkin' straight into a wire while it's taped across you
 I'm still learning, wheels turning, tryin' to get the fortune
 My side chick is still burning out, my dick is scorching
 Talkin' 'bout, "I think I'm pregnant, I'm not with abortion"
 Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan
 That's why it's nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch
 It ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
 It ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich
 (As the Lord swings the pendulum)
 Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
 All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
 All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)
 Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
 Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell
 As the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 As the Lord swings the pendulum
 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
 Your video got four million hits
 Oh shit, somebody told you, "You're rich"
 You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix
 For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff
 I was still a slave just four hundred years ago
 Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe
 And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul
 For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom
 Damn, the roles have been switched
 Look, I'm tryna just survive until my payday
 Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, "Date rape"
 This bitch that's with me now, all she like to do is kiss and 69
 All she gets is time, shit, I ain't signed to TreyWay
 Now, I'm falling in a downward spiral
 My main ho' is Bow Wow's side ho' with model in the bio
 I'm startin' to sound dated
 'Cause I ain't paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae
 I remember sprayin' Cris', hanging, playin' Hurricane Chris, "Ayy, Bay, Bay"
 Now I'm syrup sipping, can't sniff, playin' Dre Day
 Now, don't nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé
 Wishin' that I had one wish, playin' Ray J
 I feel like I'm sittin' on a plane that's goin' down
 And I'm a pigeon with no wings, sayin', "Mayday"
 Calm down, it's your pilot, first class the way you flyin'
 Fuck them niggas that's in coach
 They too far, can't see you rollin'
 Mad that Coach designed your coat
 I seen it all before, one-minute-later shit
 The next one, niggas ain't gotta commode to take a shit in
 Now they in they feelings, reminiscin'
 Talkin' 'bout, "Remember when in," nigga, no, I don't
 If it ain't business, we ain't never spoke
 Don't try to stop me when I'm in the airport
 To take a pic, 'cause I won't even pose with you posers
 Sorry, I don't know ya
 On my mama, nigga
 This my shit, nigga, I'm taking it right now, nigga
 2019 is my year
 I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, nigga
 And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt—
 You niggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass fucking music, bruh
 Saturatin' the fucking game, bruh, get the fuck out of my wave, bruh
 I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap niggas bruh, sit down and fuck the whole rap game up, bruh
 Trolling and shit, bruh