Death is just an illusion
Here to cause us confusion
I’d probably have fooled the world
If it wasn’t for this here music
Change is the only constant
I wear the reaper to remind me that today’s state of peace could be
Tomorrow’s conflict
Love is very conditional
When it’s coming from people
Give somebody the world
And they say they not feeling equal
Play them my magnum opus
They’ll find a way to hate it
Like, “The beat is that fucking fire, but his style is overrated.”
Yeah, well the school that I came from
And the one that y’all are from evidently ain’t the same one
When I was coming up, we had rules and laws
To determine whether you was a fuckin
Fool or not
You won’t ever catch me
Riding in back of a cop car,
Double cup lean sippin or spittin
Without bars
Got my wings out
Draped in elaborate gown, flying high
You bitchin that those feathers
Weighing you down

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I’m never gonna be why you want and
Keep quiet, I ain’t ever done talking
I’m a do my thing when I’m a live
Get the most out this bitch before I die
Y’all know that I’m free
I ain’t ever gonna walk like, talk like...
Be something I’m not, for the spot light...
I’m so done tryna be perfect
I know that’s making you nervous
Y’all know that I’m free

Don’t put faith in your identity
Might be disastrous recipe
Thought I had to be what was expected of me
But that shy is the biggest enemy
All we got is our cojones and convictions
Tryna clear the path so we can breath easy—Flonase
Been at it before ‘Ye had a rocafella chain
Repping whips that’s the same color as mayonnaise
Simply put, I thought I had to do it
The way that I saw, or be what I heard
Or so why was told to me
Whether it was on the microphone or at home, or tryna holler for a minute
Or just bagging my groceries
Now I understand that every construct and standard as a man is outdated
And bullshit anyway
Gotta do your own thing
Gotta do my own thing
Trying to keep me the same is asking me to be insane

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