Denominations

[Verse 1]
Let’s do it
Yo
Life’s moving at full speed I just hold the reigns
A lot of hurt’s concealed in the field
That’s just a soldier’s pain
There were times I felt I’d go insane
Stuck in the lonely maze
Was thinking with substance before I chose a name
A lot of y’all want accolades that you don’t deserve
You hide behind the beat but do they know the words
When I was down on my knuckles they didn’t show concern
I’m cut from a cloth that’s taylor made when I sew thesе words
The detox from the poison was a total purgе
Duly noted
A phoenix rose from the ashes, my soul is burned
I’m right back spilling, I couldn’t hold the urge
Sometimes I feel like the villain, this is a lonely curse
Where I’m from everybody wanna be the man
We thinking in denominations, everything we see is grand
Through my penal gland I see the freedom land
Me and Loretta push the needle, it ain’t even fair
Give ‘em the truth like Siegel cuz what I see is rare
I want the lion’s share
This the sequel
I’m tryna seek a bag
Substance the voice of the people
Just a decent man
When I paint these words on this easel, it’s like a easy pass
It’s easy man
Umbrella

[Interlude]
Demand for this supposedly useless substance remains as high as ever
We use it for jewelry, electronics, art
And most of all, it still measures and secures much of our wealth
One man who realizes it’s no more than a shadow has a name that will forever be associated with gold

[Verse 2]
You know it’s Sub
Don’t act brand new you know what’s up
I wrote this in PR in some sandals
I’m frequently in the tropics, but still the coldest one
I figured it all out without a manual
When you really listen the bars quite shocking
And it’s all life
Me and my niggas all living cuz there’s only one
We never had options, this life had us held hostage
Walking on the edge of hell now that’s a hot edge
Where I’m from everybody wanna be the man
We thinkin in denominations, everything we see is grand
Through my penal gland I see the freedom land
Me and Loretta push the needle
It ain’t even fair
Give ‘em the truth like Siegel cuz what I see is rare
I want the lions share
This the sequel, tryna seek a bag
Substance the voice of the people
Just a decent man
But when I paint these words on this easel like a easy pass