Carry On

It's 11:40, Yeah, just got done downin' two Mike's harder's Retnuh tired of my shit, let's get it I said, my anxiety be frying me like being fried at the rivalries, rendezvous Yeah, barbecue, young niggas saucy, now look at how they move Niggas steppin' weird like two little shoes They scoopin' how we hoop, and yeah, I love the fans dude But travel two steps closer and you'll see how we shoot Yeah it's true, boy fly as hell, you fell like they cut the tail end off your parachute Electrocute, my synapse is shockin', type of talkin', you end up with cold stuffed in the stockin Execute, my axis locked in, killin' coalitions in my exosuit, don't cross him Causin' competition to meet critical condition like hospice, I'm hot shit, be cautious Nigga, better stand at attention And return to the space from which you entered in, now enterin' the sergeant, marchin Puttin' pencil pushers in margin Pushin' P, and blazin' one from outta the garden All these flagrants foul I step back like harden Pardon, I prefer Stephen's A ghost and Danny Glove for the lethal weapon AI by my side, that means shots with no questions Let this be a lesson, the only answer to this test is Grab your testies when approachin' my congression No second guessin', VLTRS the collective Blockin' off the exits, empty pockets, bitch, we need all of the excess Only ideology is interest missus So miss me with the at's if it ain't no dollars mentioned F*ck you niggas, buildin' the tension Uh, okay, boardin' the jet, no check, just my The rhymes reapin', respect the set said Barry Bonds, tryna get these record hits, but I still ain't makin' scratch And the record skipped, give my mother a kiss, and carry on Like Nipsey said, shit's a marathon, yeah, shit's a marathon Boardin' the jet, no check, just my The rhymes reapin', respect the set said Barry Bonds, tryna get these record hits, but I still ain't makin' scratch, and the record skipped It's more beat than I conceived, so I proceed to My momma and the homies told me to That I'll do, till the stage director say, Neva your on, bring him out The fans, haters, and hoes, hands raisin' now True scavenger, no handouts My whereabouts off the grid, freeze accounts until I got the bread, to bring the family out Our raise conditions, tryna get them out the hood to a Kardashian livin Bird whistlin Minus gun grippin', and shots against the wind and shit Ma ain't craft no idiot She said you got it go get 'em, end 'em point blank, period And if they movin' slick, bust they lip with God's right fist It ain't always a need to live in comin' off the hip So what I did, get the chips and dip then lay low Stand on the stage, screamin' I'm real like J-Lo Runnin' for Roc Nation numbers, that's a different J tho Don't speak, just roll another J-Ho Sorry if I act an A-hole But these boys switch easily, like queso