Defiance

[Verse 1]
Hennessy and weed, ain’t even ate yet
Meeting after meeting, tryna write a paycheck
Rubber grip on the Yoppa, murder be just like safe sex
You in the hood, passing ports ain’t left the states yet, uh
Local niggas mad I’m a global nigga
Why you steady looking at me, take a photo nigga
Y’all thinking like some views, I’m thinkin’ like a mogul nigga
Thinkin’ like Masta P, I’m thinkin’ like Hova nigga
Force to deal with, got me feelin’ like Yoda nigga
I’m from where they hopeless (?) is the hope that we be hoping for
If I don’t get a shot, I’m turning the industry into an open bar
My goal saying future, but my waist screaming no tomorrow
We all timers, what your memory lapse
Here’s a reminder, I’m the best from out of the city I’m at
I’m still sliding round the north, slappin’ Victory Lap (rest in peace NIP!)
This is Defiance at it’s peak, don’t get no realer than that (uh)

[Hook]
Phone women, tap jumpin’ like Zion
Yeah we peaceful but we still get our slide on
We defying every odd, word to my God
This for the G’s, Locs, Cholos, Bloods, and Vice Lords
Still getting plays off, nigga we can play ball
365 on the grind, ain’t no days off
Niggas tryna ride the wave, hope we fade off
Goin’ against every odd, nigga pray for us

[Verse 2]
They was so mad that Obama won, they put Trump in office
I’m at the Trump Tower, laxing, like fuck your office
Cuz this system got no love for us
We wanted work, them bastards went and brought drugs for us, facts
The CIA spread crack through the hood (through the hood)
Made em’ billions then they went and sent the Task through the hood (through the hood)
Sent the Klan through the hood (through the hood)
With a mask and a hood (yeah)
Or a badge and a gun, took fathers from their sons
What you bout?
Pop at the opps put em’ on front page
Black kids need fathers, you don’t feel rage
When cherries on our tops, have us missing out on all of our sons days
See it’s deeper than a punchline and a camera
Social media being used for media social programming, look it up
Irate librarian, they throw the book at us
How we sound telling another black man that he ain’t as crook(? maybe) as us, man, look at us
Shit

[Hook]
Phone women, tap jumpin’ like Zion
Yeah we peaceful but we still get our slide on
We defying every odd, word to my God
This for the G’s, Locs, Cholos, Bloods, and Vice Lords
Still getting plays off, nigga we can play ball
365 on the grind, ain’t no days off
Niggas tryna ride the wave, hope we fade off
Goin’ against every odd, nigga pray for us

[Outro]
(This is Defiance at it’s peak, it get no realer than that)