Karma
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Back when I had meat up on my knife and fork
I wasn't sure, never thought that I would be on tour
Of course, I stayed the course, no days off
Put my game face on, the face stay on
And I don't shed tears no more
In OG couture
All that dirt done and nothin' to show for
Besides scars and jail bars
Stardom had a slow start, I made the art of war
Into music like he's Mozart
Soldier who go hard
Profile lower than a go-kart
Took my beatings like a man, I show heart
I stand in front of the bullets for my people
On the front line of both sides, where they can see you
Where you're the target of projectiles, slings and arrows
Burnin' and buildin' bridges bigger than the Verrazano
I spoke of hope, they take notes and still misquote ya
They cozy up to run game, but get run over
It's game over, soldier, you're an imposter on a poster
Posin' with the pistol out the holster
You ain't super fly, or wanna be like cosa nostra
You're a gopher, a rodent, a rat, can leave it at that
Yeah, nigga
American made, America paid, nigga
They tried to sit a nigga down, you know what I'm sayin'?
But I'm back on this shit, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Tap dance on that dope, that's Evian Glover
Need that A1 Griselda, the fairy godmother
Smoked my first Newport with David, that was my godbrother
And ten years later, he smokin', coppin' that hard from us
We was polar opposites, though we both was coppin' shit
He coppin' a nigga, and I'm coppin' them bricks
And I'm comin' through colorful drops and shit
Aqua Maserati, a couple of books is what I swapped it with
I lose my case, I shoot the fuckin' court up like Stojakoviฤ
Droppin' shit, I'm a novelist, Stephen King of this shit
Seven fingers off of rap, I was really wingin' the shit
Last summer, caught a charge with them Europeans and shit
Flight risk, I can't go home, I'm Airbnb-in' this shit
Sour lemon life, I smashed the fuckin' lemonade
This renegade just wanna be paid up under B.G. shade
Maybach 600 behind them Benzy shades
Me and your bitch ordered In-N-Out in that Bentley thing, King
Yo, when the hero lives long enough to become the villain
It's like the villain killed the hero in front of his children
And we're hungry and we're focused, so we're always buildin'
And you come from nothin', motivated by that feelin'
From nothin' is nothin', stuck in this rut, it's hard to function
No instruction to avoid self-destruction
Can you rap street without a rap sheet?
Without attracting beef, pack heat, keep packs behind the backseat?
Or speak about freedom and liberation?
Be the inspiration, lit the fuse that lit the nation
Common sense and karma, so who you judgin', your honor?
Invested in body armor under the Goose bomber
Young guns pulled a gun out, they blew his lung out
He survived, brought his status a rung down
Time didn't run out, second chances, life's a canvas
You could brush me off, but I'ma put my brush on the canvas