Riot (feat. Rapper Big Pooh, Joe Scudda, T3)

Yeah, yeah

Ayo

I set it off like I'm F. Gary Gray

I step up on the scene, niggas had nothin' to say

Bite your tongue, keep quiet, I start riots

Homie, this ain't recess

If you feel a way, hit that eject

Reject pity 'cause I'ma be back

They sleepin' with a CPAP

See racks to destroy tracks

This ain't b-boy rap, this ain't D-boy trap

They say, "Be more Black," tell 'em, "Grease these snaps"

They settin' traps all the time

Study the art of rhyme, you ready to order mine?

I slaughter like Columbine

I'm doin' just fine without the others

Go ask my brother

And when you see my nieces, tell 'em Uncle Thomas love 'em

Alone in this four-cornered room, walls padded

Where nothin' really matters but the matter of the had-it

My ego been shattered, pride been battered

My heart been bruised so much, I turned addict

A glutton for the pain, a motherfuckin' shame

What a nigga go through before he really wanna change

I really wanna hang the old me

But the new me wouldn't survive without the old me

Listen closely, rappers don't approach me

Critics try to roast me

But I still landed like I dropped down on four feet

Stay, let the drums beat, I'm lettin' off steam

Why be a part of yours when this is the dream team, motherfucker?

Check, posted up in the corner

Homie, you borin' the

Whole game is dead, call up the coroner

9/11 On the dial, scenery lookin' foul

Walked in with a frown, left out with a smile

Attitude like, "Fuck 'em all"

Vintage, thrift store pieces, fuck 'em all

No time for it, gotta grind for it

John Hancock, scribbled out on the line for it

Damn, told me they couldn't read it

Rolled out sevens, told 'em they couldn't beat it

Scooped up hard cash, so cold it's frigid

Cats in they feelings, so mad, they livid

Watch how I live it, now they wanna imitate

A dude the game couldn't intimidate

'Cause I refuse to assimilate

With the in-crowd, yeah, I'm a rebel

And I been proud of who I am

And where I stand as a man

Forever vowed, I hold my nuts in my hand

Through the gambit, I'm wildin'

Fuck that, on any planet, I'm stylin'

Appreciate me while I'm still here

I do a magic trick, disappear out my ocular

Respect Trump, can't be seen with binoculars

Whole life, should've put it in a journal

Read it at night, small light, nocturnal

I'm like a wise guy livin' true lies

Call me Mr. Mix 'cause I'm much too live

Ain't talkin' 'bout a grip, nor talkin' 'bout God

Then ain't shit to say to me, you steppin' out of line

Yeah, y'all niggas make-believe fairytale lovers

Can't stay ahead of us or parallel of us

Even though we stay afloat like a parasail hovered

Yeah, I saw my faults and I combed through it

So fluid, now a nigga Tom Cruise it

Yeah, get on my level, kid, you know what I could've did

But instead, dog, I stack green pyramids