His-Story

They'll say they f*ck with you still need months of convincing Stop communication it's petty shit increasing the tension Y'all move kind of funny can't say that I'm surprised They couldn't even stand it when I would look them in the eyes Sit your genitals on a light switch bitch f*ck off Work hard bringing people up they try to act like that's soft But I always double up again they see who they've crossed You actually work over workers it ain't shit to a boss Outcomes I imagined but certainly not envisioned But you could never leave a coward room for passive decisions You leave me no choice I leave you no voice I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see done Damn Like stop the noise You wasting valuable time on a king that's really fucking poised Sometimes I dream about the future Or maybe it's the past But they're imperfect visions they could never really last All I got are these moments I know you feeling my presence Visions always show up don't go ignoring the lessons First you find out how they tick they switch up in a second That ain't perpetual movement craftsmanship need checkin' Y'all do so much acting that we question your character Sit on the fence so much like y'all ain't seeing the barrier I guess we just over here and y'all not like us So if you not paying money it ain't much to discuss Like a freak on a cam show we gone let them see I told my Mom I'm tryna change our whole legacy Coming for the necks of all of those ahead of me Make it where you can't pick anyone instead of me