rally all my people for battle and grab the wampum/ I learned the best way to deal with the enemy is to comp em'//hit his muhfuckin' pockets, who care if I fucking stomp em?/ Take the planet back, plant my feet, defeat ain't an option//// I'm boss and I got the blueprint/ I cop Caballo and move it/ if William Hale was a righteous man, guess that make me a druid; Molly Berkhart was dyin'? I guess that makes me a black in the Klan of the Klux Ku--you fucks greedy as brother Byron. if Acie'll start the fire, then Kelsey'll do the scene (not for nothing, but Kelsey look just like Adam Levine). best believe I'll kill one to maroon five--one thing people stopped saying, "Steven is too nice"//I been waiting too damn long to flinch now. I been patient too damn long to sit down. only be a few months, mama, to *zip, pow*//
Shit don't work out, I'll tomahawk my way through Fairfax, with a new job and a fair tax--
Mama look at me now.
Man with a hat sticks out his hand to make
an acquaintance with the man with a backbone, but wait for it--a
Hailstorms, winds prevail, clear morning in May
You can hear wendigo weep for the ghosts of the Osage
White man took tobacco and gave it a bad scent;
put blood on the bank note and gave it a bad tint
Coppers tell the judge that my uncle's a bad man
add the black goat to the insulin, kick it and cash in (woo!)
I'm dropping off hella habits, yeah steady around the bend, swapped all of the poppy's the products to fuck like rabbits, instead// rest of y'all grab the fentanyl, I'll be grabbing the head by summer of 24 all the fuck boys dicks'll be dead////whitey tried to infiltrate something he couldn't grasp/where once the land was just purple flowers and black sands/ancestor to ancestor, powerful damn blast/ Catch the killers of the flower moon?(yeah it was tall grass)//
Best believe I'll scorch Earth to keep ground/ One thing people don't say is "Steven ain't make a sound"/ I quit spending energy keeping my lies straight/ Building my integrity piecemeal the right way/ Ask my bestie, "Hey will he be here on fight day?" Shit don't work out/ I'll makeshift an impromptu bomb shelter/ me and the queen of Rochester, mama look at me now!
HOOK
All I see is death warrants written on white folks/ when I look in the mirror all I see is the white hope'/ mexican cartels act like only the whites float/ ain't a citizen alive that's immune to the white dope////Methamphetamine plus the impulse to push play/ just another way for the devil to push pain/ let me paint the picture triple sevens like all day/ with a porno on the other screen/ that's what I call gay//// Best believe closed mouths ain't gonna get fed/ One thing people stopped saying is "steven should be dead"// I don't have a whole lot in common with that thing/ So many damn demons inside it's no wonder his ears rang/ float like a butterfly, tell me does that sting?/ Shit don't work out/ I'll gigolo goodbye as victor/ If bitches ain't what this dick is for, mama why all the screams?
