Lead thirst (Sunday serve #6)

I simply wasn’t knowing that some other rapper had been flowing
On this shit and that’s not a dis but take as you wish
Five hundred loaves no meat just steak it as you fish
Was fully clothed with flows now i’m naked in this bitch, yo

I used to love common, isn’t that ironic?
But i ain't never smoked chronic from a bong no ma'am
You know too many niggas lips be fucking up the program
I don’t get down, i don’t get down, well i do get down

Never mind it let’s have us a nigga moment
And fuck a studio this shit was written on the sofa
Too many lil niggas enlist in this shit as soldiers
And the rest is old uncle ass niggas who shit is over

Find a bridge, make a connection with some kids
And kids fuck y’all, y’all ain't shit
Lil niggas hating rap beats cuz they rap weak
I don’t give a fuck i tell every rapper have a seat nigga

I sell whatever and shit cuz i have to eat nigga
Justifying my ignorance in these streets sister
Brother, mother father fuck y’all if you don’t know it
I’m not a regular nigga, ima poet sheeeeeeiiit

Shiiiit poet like po it up a poet as in po as fuck
Earth is flat gravity don't' hold us up hmmm?
ByoB.o.B. to the barbershop discussion
Stealing everybody beats a la carte productions

All of our assumptions were correct: we finna burn
For all the shit we didn't learn while we was huddled on the steps
Black folks desperately needing a family meeting
But not to talk about the hot wings and the ham we eating i don't care

I swear The best darn rapper on the cusp of the upper echelon
Working phones at the underprivileged rap nigga telethon
Lifting heavy weights from the same base that the scale is on

Smoking base with my cousin Ron JUST KIDDING
U can put in work and still be a jerk like curt schilling
Happiness is ideal but pain is worth feeling
And freedom's still the only shit in the world worth stealing

Well, I guess u can't steal what belongs to you
Love is a battlefield benatar bismillah mozel tov
And all the good shit I put in this song for u
Stop fighting let it move all thru u

Feel me? i still got a hundred and twenty thousand milliseconds
Still in me, so deal with me
I be feeling friendly at times but still simply
Been dealing with the same demons that had killed whitney

Sorry to go dark on you niggas i’m reverse sam sosa in the verse
Smoke clouds on the police search
Chalking up all of my sins to doing research
Wasn’t born feet first, neither was it head first

Quench a nigga’s lead thirst, not like flint
Then spin around on some old prince pop life shit
God might exist i don’t know i really couldn’t tell you
It don’t make sense but i won’t insist or try to sell you

On something i ain't seen with my own personal eyes
Monogram personalized live virtual feelings
Set adrift on memory bliss hindsight with binoculars
Witness this with the oculus rift okay?

For years now i been rapping with ease
Jumped offa the ledge and let my legs flap in the breeze
But this isn’t entertainment i ain’t trying to be famous
I’m just wanna stop being late with my at&t payments for real

Write songs and basically chill
Oh and overthrow systematic oppression of my people
I don’t know maybe if there’s time for it
This shit is same day delivery rap my nigga just sign for it

Physically i’m taller than i am mentally
Late bloomer confusing what is and what was meant to be
Niggas where my memphis be, i mean memphis where my niggas be
I’m lying closest i know is like memphis bleek

Shout out to my nigga ub
Who be dropping more seeds than an old fruit tree
I was dying to move faster in the vehicle of life
When i realized that bitch only had two speeds

Slow and slower, at the same time you blink
And that shit is over, it’s only getting colder
I can’t call it, last call at the pool hall saloon
For all nigga buffoons and alcoholics, yo

Last summer i went out to the netherlands
A couple africans but basically vanilla land
That’s a cheap joke, a cheat code
Running out of words, just trying to end this song and i need quotes