.MOSES.

The shit is limited
The way that it's distributed
Will get my ass in trouble like another illegal citizen

I ain't the poltergeist
But I don't ever socialize
And plus I'll fucking haunt you
On your cell phone like its mobilized

People telling me
That I should start making some plans and shit
But I rather keep doing what I'm doing
And take my chances with it

It's nothing new though
I'm building up a crew though
The madwest underground is making a mark inside a loophole

Started this rap shit and now I got a passion for it
Would you believe me if I told I started this on accident
Kris handed me the mic while I was walking through the basement turned boredom into creativity in 12 minutes

And composition killed the competition but I wasn't finished
Started making other shit and now I run another business
I started talking my ex's in 3005 remixes
And plus I was disappointed in myself so started making disses

So I never saw a problem in the shit I would say
Until these mutha fuckas started misinterpreting me for drake
So Ima tell a short story about what happened on my land
Wait let me put this in way that you'll understand

The dopiest can cope but the most of them can't
Got the lotion, the soap, and the deodorant
These smokers be token they roastin' the plants
If they voting for hope than the motion advanced

My family be trippin'
Got motion sickness when grandpa was in the hospital
And same with my auntie
They told me I got music in my blood more than
Mr. McCartney

I'm focused on livin'
Wanted to die a year ago and momma said that i was trippin'
Plus I never listen
I always hated numbers unless it was seven digits

And same with the payment
Tryin' to get the Hope name famous
Till' we reach the fuckin' Banquet
And we'll never change it
Better learn you're fuckin' lesson
Till' we put you next to Satan bitch

I am not you're friends in this
Said I am not your friend is this and I am not you're homie kid
I'm just doing this until I get my whole family rich
So just remember what I am not you're friend bitch

Moral of the story if you don't like my shit
You can take you're backpack raps and detention slips
Cause you finally know
That I'm just tryin' to part the Red Sea and let my people go