Back in the fold
Coming real close in the mold of
Original black man cold
No need to talk
I bore through the plight and fault
Cuz my pride couldn't take the loss
Spliffing way from the bull
Pulling off quick
Back in my bag, make ya top five flinch
No need to brag kid, you dead lack sense
Had to come up off the trial tribulations of a jit
Ducking past evry miss
Tried best not to slip
Couldn't tag me in the midst of this shit
Death steady pressed as a bitch
Might as well hop on my dick
Make the shit make sense
Make the shit make sense
Make the shit make sense nigga
Indoctrinated off of hate
Possibly gone meet my maker
So I know we all relate
When they see you
They see a sea of transparency in waves
Guarded mental
I shield my mind when the serotonin fades
Trash the rental, fuck incidentals
We cashing out today
That's a barricade of blockage for you block heads
Them seeing past the obstacles barely, change ya optics
I pop out of the socket
Hop out the cut and sock 'em
Lovely lady want suck it
Know his bitch is the problem
Pardon her
See, I read that she was part of my prophecy
So I had to speak my peace and share this heart, that's a part of me
Undoubtedly got 'em sick
I was down and out on my dick
If you doubted, then you a bitch
All my doubters can rest in piss
No rerouting nigga that's it
