Treeason (feat. Gelert)

Yeah…uh…jeah.. Call me and I'll be there in a jiffy The whip do zero to sixty In less than 6 Mississippi I passed every breathalyzer test That they give me I know y'all might call So I don't sip till I'm tipsy I'm trying to live And this life we live can be risky Haters may just spin the bin Make you spin till you dizzy It's hatred, and it's sin in this city You leave all you do is win Like Khaled when he link up with Drizzy Children is rattled with scars They should get medals Cause they out here battling wars We aint fight our own demons So they battling ours While battling odds With no thanks or applause Certain things you can't explain And say it happened because When I rap you go back And be having to pause Land on my feet on the beat Like a cat on his paws I might be seen in D.C. Where they be passing the laws By the Capitol Where maga hats was packing the halls Shouldn't have happened at all That's treason! They hate my people For no reason at all That's no sweat off my back They sweating my black balls Making chimpanzee sounds Racist cat calls I don't blame em Its they mom and dad's fault I'm off that waka flocka They on flocka…bath salts! Ask am I in the street? Is concrete and asphalt? I got receipts yall Like the stamps in your passport I had lunch, books And weed in my Jansport We aint get the name brands If we went and asked for it That's why I don't rock designer now We fast forward Couldn't get it then Then today I don't want it Even if I was rich as Jeff I'd say I can't afford it Lauded and applauded While your squad get defrauded Only snitch to the hip hop police You been reported For the things you said That should have never been recorded! That's facts that make it hard to relax Like a tax audit You cats can fall all the way back Cause I'm back on it Daggonit! (Gasp!) No time for catching my breath! I do this rap like shooting practice I'm just catching my reps You couldn't walk in my shoes You couldn't dance in my Creps I'm sick with it Can't cure this With crackers and Schweppes… Gingerale Naw that ain't gone do the trick The truth is Life is like a Rubik's Cube Just got to move some bricks But the bricks don't gotta be drugs We can create jobs yall We don't gotta be plugs! Or in a mobb I think deeply Bout these "wannabe thugs" Leave the streets alone Go home Give mama a hug! That's all that I can say to you Nothing I can make you do Them other kids aint very friendly They aint playing games with you The Lord gives and he takes Some of the love is fake These snakes give you problems And take from you (Take from you) Better seek a higher power (Better seek a higher power!) Your chances of success Grow weaker by the hour (Weaker by the hour!) We headed to the top And trying to meet you by the tower (Meet you by the tower!) My company bring energy We provide the power! (We provide the power!) She asked if it was diesel Cause the weed was kinda sour Got me speaking British Bruv I had to low her!