Oprah Freestyle

I'ma need some proof Where's the lie detector yo? I'ma need the truth Don't expect all talent to hit 1,000,000 views Like you can't expect the realist shit to be displayed on the news Pussies sell out for fame, you Pro-Tools prostitute When you ain't never had enough then what you got to lose? I'm gon' win a VMA, all songs like ancestry.com I just show my DNA, bullshit all go D.O.A. Cops still love to lock us up, that's cuffing season I know that you a human but act like a fucking demon The pessimism you preachin' giving me trouble breathing Claustrophobic when you plot for losses Been lock and loaded since snotty noses Can't answer the door back in the 90's, they let pistols ring Murder, murder monologue I ain't hearing anything Pupils white when I kicks these eulogies How much hoes I hit like 22 or 3, pillow talkin' about the truer me All I banged was Dead Presi's and Diplomatic Immunity Back when we were duckin' seakin' our true talent and truancy My heart in my lungs, spit a rap, spit out blood Prayers hands full of tears Turned our chat to a flood You don't rap, you just mask what you lack with a drug So I'm not passive when you laugh, I turn a dap to a hug We all need some proof Where's the lie detector yo? We all need the truth Life been unbelievable The way I A&B the game so inconceivable I master the platform If goosebumps rise when I rhyme, f*ck a rap forum Fountain of youth been turning into a sandstorm Gots to remind power to the latin and black boys And holla at women with confidence, not cat calls Sometimes I thought the lord had me blackballed If Jesus a Carpenter then I would get what I ask for Should get what I ask for Couldn't get and wouldn't then I turn into a bad sport Strangers call me asshole I just need my chance dawg I been hitting three's and never touch the fucking backboard I been hunting theives, extorting kings and printing passports I can't fucking dream, can't get no sleep, can't keep my ass calm At a bar with God and I swear this gon' be my last call I see no road, see no answers, no hope No breaking point, no door No vacant spot, so low Feel sold out, feel no break, feel left out Been stoned out, been strung out, at the brink I can't think I can't think, I don't know I don't know I don't know what to say How to blow, who to touch, how to pray, who to trust Is self belief an ego or is it real luck? Ain't gotta die, monetize, emphasized that I'm dope You a lie, none of ya'll gonna survive if I don't Go I feel dry, waiting on me to go and quit but i'm a GOAT I know I know the know inside even if it don't Billboard climb My future kid can't eat a Grammy when he hungry You gon' compliment my fit but do you love me mothafucker? Need no follow, need no nod, don't even touch me Ya'll could be 12-foot-6 and still no one above me mothafucker Facin' this bad luck but still I go and trust me Still I know to trust my gut Know I won't give up Oprah