Sodom and Gomorrah

Verse 1

I can tell you how it feel
I can tell you how it feel
I can tell you how it feel
I can tell you how it feel
I can tell you how it feel

I can tell you how it feel to levitate
I can tell you when it's real it'll resonate
Gotta go for the kill don't hesitate
Unless you talking bout a deal, make the devil wait
Make em' pay for a meal like you never ate
Holy holy Holyfield, I'm a heavyweight
Yeah they bite what they hear, but I never hate
Cause it's flattery everytime they emulate
How could I complain when there's food up on my dinner plate
Been broke, but dog Imma get it straight
Doing shows up and down the interstate
I just need to breathe, I just need to ventilate
Like I was fabulous, on a bus but I'm glad it's not an ambulance
I chose the life I can handle this, nowadays everyone an analyst
You got a podcast homie, you a panelist, I know you love to tell your friends you’re not a fan of this
Just for attention, just for the mentions, goddamn it's so scandalous
I don't wanna be a twitter troll, kept it fundamental dog, stick to the pick and roll
Get money, fuck bitches Duece Bigalow, Bo Riddick flow, how can they ridicule
When I turned residue to residuals, when I brought it out my mind to the physical
Big picture, your vision too miniscule, a weight I gotta carry the shit's too pivotal

Chorus
I don't know what I got, but I know it's a lot
Lot better than nothing nothing, lot better than nothing
I don't know what I got, but I know it's a lot
Lot better than nothing nothing, lot better than

Verse 2

Can't see glass ceilings, that's why shit's so hard
Doubters waiting with their dicks on hard
Staring, hoping that you tip your cards
Make sure you're dealing, keep your click on guard
Cause even players got feelings, even killers got hearts
But you gotta hide it all when you swimming with the sharks
Most teams got undercover narcs, lil bergs play the wall those are undercover marks
These crews be doomed from the start, don't do it less the sums way greater than the parts
Keep your ears to the street, not your eyes to the chart
Cause you'll never hit shit with your car in park
Never get lit and it's all your fault, and it's all your fault
Make a pillar in the game out of all this salt, all this salt
We reaching biblical proportions, too many sons I need clinical abortions
The world's filled with my pretty little orphans
They all wanna ball, Billy Corgan, Jewish but I take em' to church so cue the organs
Still no whip, but my new chick foreign, she wanna chill but this shit's too important
Performing, recording, every night another flight that I'm boarding
Lil' flip Murray, I been rapping and scoring
Even when I miss and the whole world pissed, it's alright, I know it'll be better in the morning