Yesx2

Let me restore the passion
In golden era fashion
That Daz Kurupt
Yo turn me up
While we run the atlas
Pray the pain
Won’t be in vain
Pour d’usse to mask it
While they kiss ass for traction
Build my own lane to lap em
Chances are they’ll want the credit for you sacrifice
I’ll hand the patent and recreate it twice
Ready to die
Your only warning
Better name ya price
On my 25th hour
No relations to spike
As for the in the spike in my price
Blame the economy
You heard 4:44
Hov would proud of me
Since 22’ two’s
No competition here honestly
My mantra is fuck you pay me
Call it a prophecy (profit see)
Box and 1 there’s no stopping me
Word to whoever y’all praying to
Cooling in the layup line
Look at what y’all made me do
Laughing at advances now
That won’t even pay the dues
Y’all stacking y’all roster now
Suckas always pay to lose
Can’t monetize the followers that you pay for
Getting out my dreams out on lakeshore
Now they wanna play coy
Since they ran into this army
With their play toys
Stakes get high
The whole world gone see you fake boy
No filter
No photoshop
For the cover up
The freeze out made sense to us
Forever be the runner up
Long as I exist
Fuck you and yo politics
Prince gone
Damn I may never know what a rival is