Menace

[Hook]
No conscious, so my judgement clouded
Had no gifts, no cash allowance
Young menace in a game too crowded
I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted
No conscious, so my judgement clouded
Had no gifts, no cash allowance
Young menace in a game too crowded
I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted

[Verse 1]
Feeling like I'm Siri when I let the TEC speak
All these lil' niggas corny, swear that shit my pet peeve
I'm up, 3 in the morning, listening to type beats
Every other rapper boring, they ain't do it like me
I know half of us is nine-to-five, other half might pack a 9
Waiting for my time to shine, survivor's guilt when you survive
Hardest when it’s hardest times, wasn't s'posed to make it past the
Age of twenty-five, now we laughing at them crackers
'Cause my niggas still alive, and know we gon' be alright
In my zone, twilight, know it's always on sight
They say how do you survive weighing one-fifty-five
In the city where the PD wanna see a nigga die
Selling CDs out the mini, kept a semi by his side
'Cause these piggies busting twenty, they don't even think twice
Well, he feeling like he Melly with that murder on his mind
Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
Oh my God, swear they didn't get the message
Had some issues with my speech, my development arrested
Know they couldn't stop the kid like defective contraceptives
This is natural selection, lemme offer my perspective, from a menace, uh
Fact is, the Black kids is passing in caskets
From bastards in badges way more than them crackers
So I can't be passive, no, I can't be average
I gotta attack it, the maddest combative

[Hook]
No conscious, so my judgement clouded
Had no gifts, no cash allowance
Young menace in a game too crowded
I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted
No conscious, so my judgement clouded
Had no gifts, no cash allowance
Young menace in a game too crowded
I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted

[Verse 2]
Back to the verse like I'm back with a curse
And I'm putting every beat in a casket or hearse
Better ask for a nurse when I'm back on my dirt
Watch these rappers get hurt, getting slapped with these words
With my pencil and prose, they gon' die of a stroke
Like I got the death note, I'm way outta control
Made it so simple, DRAPETO kick a flow
Drip never slipping though, getting green like Piccolo
Coming with a arsenal, all my niggas follow code
Like we up in Quantico, know I'm always on the go, vámonos
Menace with a hollow soul, PO staying on patrol
But they never get to see me like the honor roll
Feeling like the honorable, Young Elijah Muhammad
You know my brothers stay guarded, and now I'm ballin' like Harden
The way I rock it, you better proceed with caution
Can't touch me on the bars, I'm never gon' need a spotter
Now they saying I'm the god, they calling me "Jesus", "Father"
When I take it too far, I'm feeling like Jeffrey Dahmer
Dropping bombs like Obama but I'm more like Che Guevara
Killmonger in Wakanda, this is Persia versus Sparta
This is death before dishonor, this is mortal versus prophet
This is martians versus goblins, this that "Put him in a coffin"
This that "Yo, you outta pocket", oh, I'm sorry, I can't stop it
Now these dead presidents the only ones that I acknowledge