Riot

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 Tom is 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 tried to roast me, but I still

Landed like I dropped down on four feet

Say, "Let the drums beat," I'm lettin' off steam

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

Check

Posted up in the corner, homie, you borin' the

Whole game is dead, call up the coroner

911 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

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 vow to hold my nine in my hand

Through the gambit, I'm wildin'

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

Appreciate me while I'm still here

Or do a magic trick, disappear out my ocular

My spectrum 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 fairy tale lovers

Can't get in front of us or parallel of us

Even though we stay afloat like a parasail hover

Yeah, it's all my faults and I comb through it

So fluent, now a nigga Tom Cruisin'

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

But instead, dawg, I stacked green pyramids