Overdraft (feat. Terry Borderline & Paul Willis)

I ain't buying what you're selling Do not ask me to smile It's a lie I don't like telling When I say I'm the illest I don't aim to embellish Simply telling you the God's honest truth Anytime I'm in the booth Cuz, this rap game's a scam Niggas buy studio time to pose for the gram The clout's a fuckin sham I imagine if my dreams of emceeing as a kid Would be the same if I knew where it was leading... I don't know Some niggas say Chance did it without a label Or, maybe it's his rich-ass parents That made him stable Yet, I don't begrudge the shortcuts If presented, I'd consider taking em But, the rhymes I spit might Have a bitter taste in em My Achilles heel I'm incapable of making shit that I don't feel Which is a pre-requisite of me signing a deal So, maybe that ship has sailed So, I do only what I feel like it's fuckin braille Exhale Pineal decalcified Alien life declassified Green pine needles acidified Melanite laced with magnetite Crystal stomach from apatite Gemini twins don't rap alike Apophyllite I'm taking flight Pontious Pilate, you blaming Christ Haitian ties so I fight for rice Only wrong when I take advice Only mean when my money nice Average minds like I pay for lights Know the trees so I don't believe Hurricanes when I'm over seas Sugar coat women know I'm sweet Profess love like I'm Olgalvy Metaphysical desert king Avid smoker, I tumble weeds Grand imperial, Crystalline Roam with Bismuth like byzantine Civilization sowed by me Seeded and watched it grow by me Seas it and watch it flow by me Flood the worlds streets with Tsunamis In my skin, light the copper gleam eggs I planted like aubergine In my cell line I harbor genes Of the whole worlds topography Myths depict scripts the oldest me Ancient biblical prophecy Point has been that we crystal beings Always was and will always be Nigga They won't see it til it's too late That's the Art of War White people wanna sue me Par for the course I guess they'll never really know What I started for, I wanted more Little brother, had the bottom bunk And the bottom drawer Always looking up Role models were dealers and nerds Snapping photos with these words Until I learned about the thirds Now it's cinematic I reflect on what I observe And it's tragic that We don't get what we deserve I'm here to claim it all Yeah, what's rightfully mine 40 acres and a mule Turn that water into wine Y'all waited for K. Dot He is not your savior He creative But Black women are the Creators With the information Jumped off slave ships and spaceships Watch space shift Being Black and Hollywood famous An idol of envy While they waiting for you to fail Knowing they could never be successful as hell