Charity (Intro)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Always seem to be on an urgent spree Entertainment, valued through currency Does it matter what I do personally Ay, sad it matters where I move currently Almost can't say nothing certainly I've been trying to build perfectly And with all due respect, I don't always deal courtesy Some shit might be deeper, than you thought I don't know what's hurting me You mad stressed more than me, and what's alerting me Is everything you did, you did it encouraging Without disturbingly fucking up proud situations Or deserting me, drama some of these people Really starting to, I know I can guarantee But the problem is who gonna have my back When I'm flourishing and the building comparisons Stay prepared for me, I really will give you these songs Like charity Hey, do you even care for me Why should I care if you ain't ever been aware of me Two kings, there's a lion, I got the bear in me Hey, hey, this that Lyrical meditation This kinda feels like a spiritual presentation No hesitation, came out the back and gave you education There's no debate, but keep debating Cause you just putting my name in the situation Every time I'm on you won't flip the station Yeah Do you care if I'm rich and famous Advice I'm gonna give it, I'ma tip the nation I feel like it's a script I'm safe in Hard for me to wait, but real ones tell me, grip the patience Tripped from changes, mixed exchanges Giving me one sign then flipping pages Bitches wasted, we must be from different ages Cause I ain't ever act like that once You been acting different lately Hopefully you see the risk, I'm taking, I don't miss the faking Real shit, y'all should notice what Lil' Jake is This shit don't get hot till I'm pacing And I'm pacy Yeah, yeah, clock work, don't be mistaken Cause I'm taking the right steps, timed well I'm hype racing Heart racing, mind racing I'm saving what I call the next generation of hip hop Cause I've been hot I don't even have to say other people telling their moms He's in lock, trust my mom, know she's in shock Dad still thinks I've been lost But damn, I need it, he's the reason I crisscross Big boss, Rick Ross, big toss, cold stick frost These flows, they stuck in the game and I'm pushing like a stiff arm Wingspan, big logs, thinking tip tops Mixed thoughts, pissed off, to calmly sit soft My head sometimes feels like a jigsaw But I still hit like big rocks Landslide shocks when the instrumental takes these real life talks It's a chill life, huh, if you slow down Realize some shit and still walk, cause nothing sealed off Yeah, put a stop to me if you can But all it'll probably do is yield soft