Question Mark Lyrics
Verse 1:
While these rappers stuck
I eat up like it was lunch
Put my feet in my chucks
Sike, in some vans, ain't no hipster, wtf
Got these people star struck
For what, when they never once gave a fuck
Now that I’m making bucks
No money to people I don’t trust
Going back to the neighborhood cuz that’s where I’m from
I’m an activist, not a gangster, never once was
Never putting an image up I won’t front
People fake, Imma be real till I’m done
Looking up at the sky asking god, if I’m going in the right direction for once
Cuz it feels so good in my gut
Imma make it I won’t budge
Destiny better hide, cuz I’m coming for a gun
I won’t give up
Many people make it and forget everyone
I’m making it for all’em
Just to give them something back for their dedication
Some recognition from being in the lower division
Liberation from their work place
Let them vibe for a moment with what I’m spitting
Verse 2:
I’m going in 100 degrees
You must not be talking to me
I’m rolling up my sleeves
I’m not gunning for defeat
At any point I’m not falling off me feet
I’ll make you fall of your seat
Before I even speak
Bitch I’m an evil seed
Don’t take me too kindly
I’m a little psycho, to say the least
Annoying call me Johnny
I’m thirsty, where’s the bleach?
Relapse has it on his album to make it clean
These rappers giving me a headache
Gotta put them back in their places
Real skill is in my mixtape
Dissect rappers, put’em in my suit case
Wait, erase choke them with a shoe lase
Take their heads off then put it back in the same place
I’ll kill you and your mate, in the track and same way