Brutal Honesty / The Prelude

Why change when what I got is working?
I gotta higher purpose
The tables are turning
Why spend my time if you not really worth it?
You’re shallow I see beneath the surface
And what I see’s disturbing

Nothing accidental it’s all on purpose
I always thought that I had it but this should confirm it
Competition I don’t have it but I would prefer it
I want it all and I probably deserve it

Tell your bro to stop rapping now the jig is up
Time to get a job and realize he should give it up
The Same people was dissing us tryna hang with us
Life time contracts there’s no changing up

Niggas I helped build started to switch on me
Couple niggas fail to realize they bitch on me
If they test me trust me ima teach em
Niggas really snakes and leaches they hate from the bleachers

Don’t trip, if the shoe fits just wear it nigga
Go bar for bar with me ? I dare a nigga
Yeah I watch my back but I’m not scared of niggas
Even if you strike first I won’t spare a nigga

That’s a bowling reference for the slow readers
Paying attention is on sale but talk is cheaper
Kelso that’s my blood and I’m my brothers keeper
We dressed in black like the reaper for when we come to see ya

Skinny nigga but I’m solid as a brick wall
I’m just chilling you don’t wanna see me pissed off
I’m playing twisted games like I’m jigsaw
I put in work every day with no sick calls

I’m getting used to this
I kill the beats I’m just a eulogist
Miss me with all the foolishness
I’m not playing anymore I really do this shit
Excuse me for my exclusiveness
I’m too ruthless there’s no excuse for this
My ex called me I really answered like who is this?
I’m happy don’t come and ruin shit, you stupid

Whew, I’m glad I caught myself
Almost everything I know, I taught myself
No cocky shit when I was asked who’s the best at writing bars
Honestly I thought myself

And I keep getting better as I’m getting older
Like the month of December each day I’m getting colder
With Trump in office the racist people are getting bolder
I’m not the one I’ll turn your klan into a bunch of sculptures

Oooooh and I’m serious
And that’s the end of the story, period
This music shit is an experience
I’m in the booth cooking up a bunch of experiments

Watching Rick and Morty with your main shorty
I’m 21 but sometimes I talk like I’m 40
Still paying homage to those who came before me
If you still not a believer you just lame and corny

I recorded this verse making a stank face
I really paint the picture you a blank page
Phone full of women that I can’t save
Typing LOL knowing I gotta blank face

I’m not the only one
But I’m the only one
I like who I’ve become
Even if the song is done, just know I’ve just begun