Black Sheep

Aye what's with niggas always shouting extra 'ish on the net Say ya shootin' for the top and never hittin' the net Best to stretch before the press because I'm coming correct And I ain't even break a sweat on the court; and that's a light flex Back on my bully it's like I never left Took a break my social media had to decompress Only those walk in love progress The rest are left to mind the stress inside their mind The size of Budapest Gave all my dreams a reality check Thru being broken by my lonesome in a pit of duress I swept the dirt from out my rug and got cleanin' the mess And now I focus on the treasure hidden deep in my chest Mic check one-two, one-two And it's the Black Sheep coming painted lighter in wool We in the belly of the beast and here to feast on the wolves So if you timid get to steppin disrespectin' the rules Mic check one-two, one-two Let's back into the age of knocking beats in the booth We keep it jazzy with the rhythm like we're stocked in the blues And if ya hue don't match conditions then you outta the crew Mic check one-two, one-two Uh what-what, uh what-what, uh-uh, yea Uh what-what, uh what-what, uh-uh, yea Ain't ever bothered by these critics steady jockin' my moves I keep it cool when I be runnin' like I Stella'd my groove Ain't ever worried bout who's poppin' or the next whos-who Bunch of actors that be cappin', who be tellin' the truth You say you're cookin' up a hit - huh, yea that's cool Paying out to get some clicks - huh, shit I know You understand that when it flops - huh, I told you That I don't think I'm on the same level as you I take my time whenever spittin' never missin' a line Remember days of doing white but I ain't missin' them lines Till my time will come I'm only here to feed you the light See people hungry for some substance here's an app you can type Don't ever worry 'bout the critics nor the clout or the hype Put my time into producin' while I'm kickin a rhyme Know track gon' be a classic never aging like wine So when you speak the name RAA More than King I'm a God, uh Mic check one-two, one-two And it's the Black Sheep coming painted lighter in wool We in the belly of the beast and here to feast on the wolves So if you timid get to steppin' disrespectin' the rules Mic check one-two, one-two Let's back into the age of knocking beats in the booth We keep it jazzy with the rhythm like we're stocked in the blues And if ya hue don't match conditions then you outta the crew Mic check one-two, one-two, uh Uh what-what, yea Uh-what, yea And we ride