CALL OF DUTY

[Verse 1]
People dying every day, we can't complain about it
I saw a clip of brodie crying, thought it was a movie
And we put our faith in little bratty famous rappers
They don't know there's bodies dropping like it's Call Of Duty
I spent my check on hella drugs to do, crazy
I was mad at bro for dipping on his baby
She carried down, I'm glad my nephew got adopted
Just know if Zay don't make it, bro gon carry prophet
Dipped to STL, where pop was raised and came from
Down to llama, all the homies sold the same drugs
Zano taught me when it's hard just to face blunts
Now I'm teaching bro when it's hard, fucking say some'n
I got tired of the one time, wrote punchlines
And performed for all my homies on the lunch line
Now my fam up on the vanity, just gotta listen
When I perish, just remember me for activism
Or the guy who painted buildings worth a passing vision
But nothing passing 'bout the way that I'm gon' fuck your bitch
And I didn't even knew, I knew no one would listen
Now my homie, Lord, is telling me that I'm gon' rich

[Interlude: LORD SKO, DYSTOPIAN.]
I fuckin'- I fucking hate Lil Mabu, Lil Mabu sucks
Real shit, real shit
What's your opinion on fucking Kevin Gates?
He's cool, you know what he did that was cool?
What
He had two phones, he literally had two phones
And one of them is like- yo, I don't have no vide- like, I have no plan on this or nothing, like this is just my phone that I write raps on and use in the studio so that I don't get tempted

[Verse 2]
Connect with SKO, I'm next to blow
I plan to be cray
I call my bro, he copping O and now I see straight
I plan to be the best rapper up in each state
And when I go retire, I'll have M's for me, see bae?
See, ma?
The type of shit I sold just looks like C mines
50 dollar O's made me felt like I was moving weight
When Nicki tossed a brick my way, I made stupid cake and hid it from my mama when [?], I was looping weight

[Interlude]
Mother
I'm really gonna make it in this bitch
Everyone gonna know my name
Everyone finna know my fucking name
DYSTOPIAN., motherfucker
I'm back

[Verse 3]
The center circle of attention made it possible for you to see there ain't no one moving stupid fluently like truly me
I used to sell it in the hallways of my middle school
All those white hoes who once ridiculed were fiending for a fix or two, and damn I felt the power drumming
Used to call me broke, and now I'm making towers off 'em
Always got detention, they would call me fucking loud and bossy
Pull the Trump card if I see that you're about to cross me
Yeah, I'm the savage people talking 'bout
Lying on my name, it's insane, I'ma call it out
And the homies that you rapping with been chatting for clicks
I can't lie, I ain't really care, I'm actually him
I been smooth since a jit, I was writing the verse
Homie T would clap his hands, and I would tie it with words
A product of environment
Lying to my mama to keep drama out the convo quick
I rap and grip the bottle, sipped until I saw my guy within
Pocket in the thoughts until I see a different rotten kid just like me
I tend to make a scene and act out, that's why I try lean
And if you wanna talk, then say it to my face
Goodbye, peace