F*ck it I’m not a poet or a writer This isn’t hamlet My mind is on a riot Running a tangent Going bananas Repping a flag Who give a f*ck bout bandannas Asking to many questions My sanity swaying You don’t have the answers Wonder if they would still follow me if I was done talking bout sad shit Who would show at my funeral Thinking bout suicide Do I have a bitch that’s down to ride And drive the hearse when I die Bury the body an cry and wish I was alive Who would be waiting in heaven when I arrive Wait shit Would I even go Done danced with the devil one too many times Maybe I’d deal with the judgment Pay for my sins Price on my head one too many crimes Pray for forgiveness And hope to see the light Only believe with my eyes Casket filled with flies Spirit lost in the sky Who am I Don’t even have any children to carry a name And to be honest all religion starting to blend together, sound the same Scientific explanation who controlling the weather No mystery can see birds for their feathers Hieroglyphics exchanging with letters Studying soul searching Syllabus full of syllabary Cherokees battling settlers Internal struggles Little literate limitless lyricism Immature imitation illiterate imagination Driven by cynicism an prone to altercations It’s bad for my health my fascination With these brown skin bad bitches And hunger for wealth They beauty on the surface They don’t care for much else Let alone themselves So I tag em and bag An put em on a shelf No respect from me if you not respecting yourself F*ck it Kagi Kagi Kagi Kagi Kagi Kagi Kagi Kagiusdi Hello Oshiyo Osigwo ihina I’m knocking at yo door cause I’m bored On yo porch I’m to bout reload Stepping over lines Homie Know you outa bounds Qualla bound catch a 100 rounds Know that I’m around Shawty got a bounce Night up out the town I’m bout to fucking fucking I’m the realest Don’t even got to finish my No forgiveness I’m a Menace Serve yo sentence Public penance I’m the illest Illest illest illest in attendance Go and wear your money I was told to never show it No chain around my neck Busted whips still drive it like I stole Chief the side of roads in heat that leave you hopeless Sell yo culture get demoted Sell yo soul an get promoted No stepping on my toes cause you know I keep it loaded Pistola Not suppose to Though I hold it Keep it for the vultures Spray em like they fucking roaches