The Warning

Nah...ain't no Mariah Carey
Ain't no insidious evils though he is very scary
This ain't no Marshall Mather's in a Drake mask with a chainsaw in hand on the front porch where your mama stand neither

Run with me you might just get ethered
I'll have you coming back in all black this Easter
Dead are the seasons of Raj free features. I need someone to care if my lights are on
Prayer is valid but no excuse to leave me out my home
Skill level limited cause this killer flow ain't off the dome
Murder me, guillotine, sawed off, shot gun, Trayvon, Eric garner, Mike Brown, what is the difference?

My people crying yet we make music without substance in it. Tryna get like every artist with a sneaker collection. Let me cop some Jordan Futures or the Olympic 7s pair with the new Balenciagas, this arena I'm stepping in is called HIP-HOP

Make her hips drop, with the 808. Bending the waistline, the bassline is curving
Step in the kitchen, come see what I'm serving
You just joined the mafia, Gotti for sure, kid

I'm just a goodfella in bad world, kid
A mad, mad world

MAD

I'm dangerous. Like Jacko said the girls were. BAD
I know they history, written on HIS-STORY
Nah. They don't get a page. Like an employee up in Walmart that never came
To work

But best believe that's why I'm here today. To work. Tomorrow says I'll die another day. For now, I'm immortal

You have now witnessed the WARNING

Verse 2

I could just as easily have ended the song

Right here. Let you skip the meal and chew on the bones, But I be throwing

Duck a l'orange at you
Better duck faster

Tryna make some grooms out of Wittle punk bastards

Listen to my chapters, they just some page turners. my epistle as an apostle's a face burner

So take learning. As I dive into the mud. Join the rat race as we striving to become

The best version of ourselves to almost everyone

But the first problem there is our reflection isn't one

It's a broken image of a broken person. Shattered glass, of a man and a couple women

One he used to love the other's in lust with him

Only thinking bout himself instead of two children

Single mother ass out now she crying on the phone, till she get her ass out, now she grinding on the pole

We think that we could change it just by hitting up the polls, but that operations rigged, nigga everybody knows

The populous is still asleep we never gon be woke

Call this my alarm clock, I dare you to hit the snooze

Everybody been next to a bible too. King James or the Gideon in hotel rooms. Sitting while we getting jiggy up in hotel rooms

You want me to keep my mouth shut, I can't be CUTE cause this is WAR

I'm so ready. Yeah I got my tour ready

Machine gun preacher, this shotty tote heavy

Got my sights on my people now, the score's ready to be settled. Let the mission start, you have been warned plenty

And I'm war ready. Yeah I got my tour ready

Machine gun preacher, this shotty tote heavy

Got my sights on my people now, the score's ready to be settled. Let the mission start, you have been warned plenty