Ignorance Is Bliss

Yo Check it First and foremost Just know There ain't no love in this game I had to sacrifice my pleasures for pain I pray above that I'm sane 'Cause when you buried They'll stumble over your name Need my flowers Before heaven has to grant me a plane Stayed on my own two People fold Even though they told you Shaped or molded you But the hate comes from the locals too Behold the truth Even though it's scary in fact You gotta show and prove Ya stamina's stacked I don't complain over plaques I think I'm stressed, vexed And need to relax Before my heart dares to give me attacks This isn't vaguely a rap I still suffer When I buffer these tracks Miles away from my mother Feel like I'm doubling-back But if I do I'mma lose sighting I'd be a fool Put it down in writing Life is a school With infinite assignments Some days I only hear me crying But one day I'll know I'll be a muthafuckin' giant Yo The streets don't respect you Until you six feet These shawties only undress When you get checks or receipts It ain't really that in-depth But the method is too deep I'm suggesting that This shit is too messy to be complete I don't do beef Y'all lost me for playing sides Y'all fruitcakes Niggas sweet like a pumpkin pie Talkin' 'bout it's do or die I watch these niggas cautiously With two eyes Y'all started me again Should be a sin How I move wise I utilize my thoughts to spill Can't coincide With all this harm and guilt Y'all frauds oughta kneel To my godly build These broads bawling out I oughta chill Peace to my niggas Waqar and Adil I really love y'all for real I feel like dudes just watch me But don't support Claim they too real Let me be honest You niggas dorks The shit I reveal Will make laws abolished When sent in court That nigga Zeus ill May Neptune and Triton Give up they skills Yo The deal is You speak of loyalty When you still switched Annoying me I need to use the kill switch Like real shit If my name in ya mouth Like Will Smith I won't even slap niggas I'll rap a filled-diss On a little disc I feel sick of giving earnings 'Cause niggas still switch When they turning That's how it is When they concealing burners I spit a verse, regurgitate a sermon Nowhere near a perfect person But I washed ya skills With my first detergent Muthafucka