Adequate Barbarian Operating Divine Lyrics

I remember runnin thru the streets

Wit a semi automatic tucked

Always lookin out

Cuz we was always in some beef

Out here gettin money

And the times I didn't have none

Ended up wit people gettin caught up

Gettin sneaked

Whether fraud or wit a handgun

Always had to add up

To always havin cash

And we was always gettin tweaked

And when impalas had it wrapped up

I only had to act dumb

Wit all the cops they brought up

To acknowledge that we deep

Well I guess shit sure did change a bit

Now my little girls work is 8th grade n shit

I'm still the first name heard when they hatin

Just as sure as that they fake

And that the verses still flame ya bitch

Ain't a worse way

To find the way the dirts laid

Peakin out the blinds and gettin high'll

Leave your worth stained

Seepin in your mind

Cuz it's design don't even work great

Diseasin any kinda way

They tryna see the search saved

I'm a resurrected testament

To every kid who had to learn a lesson

Even though they knew it's detriment

Could single hand their death

But they were sure that an exception lurked

And even if I die

I ain't to sure it ain't a blessings gift

I'm the version of the requisite

The people need a cure

Cuz while I'm hurling towards the exit it's

Completely clear that all these bullshit rappers

Speak a blur of weed and syrup

And the only thing Im sure of is

It's infected kids

And I ain't even tryna keep you mad

It seems

The reason I get at these beats so bad

Is cuz the ABODs teach

That I may be a dad

In need of having cheese

But even if I'm fiendin lackin

Keep repeating patterns preached

Reasoning when matters reached

The peaks of all these ladders leaked

And seeped the clear disasters

Thru the speakers

That I need to reassure you

If you think I wasn't leakin all this swagger

I come reakin of this slathered steez

I just look like this

I ain't never even saw another crook like this

And my hooks might hit you

Right upside the jaw

Have you wakin up and lookin

Like a cooked white fish

Catch up wit it later

When you see it on the book

And get to seein how your leg had

Had that shook like twitch

Have you skeemin like a hater

Try to pull up on me wait

Because I still don't leave the house

Witout it hooked by dick

I'm the reason for the undefeated season

And no wonder anyone

Don't even runner up to see em

Any wannabe's that's comin for the seat

Better be able to stomach this shit

I'm comin up to G em with the punishment

I've truly had enough of these embarrassing comparisons

That prove to me they're nothing

When it comes to spit

And scared to even breathe around me

Let alone congratulate

The motherfucker doin rap

That probably could've fucked their bitch

And I ain't scared to say it

I'm apparently outweighin

All this Vegas talent

Barely even majors out to sway a pound

And rarely seem to play a thing

Remainin fake in the frame

Wit everything they sayin

I demolish any wannabe

In solace speakin honesty

And call it what you want

I keep accosting beats and promise Deez

A monster readin sonnets

Like a comet reachin sonic speed

A phonic fiend

Astonished these composites even wanna speak

I'm toppin this uncommon sense

Allotted time to drop a mix

And traumatized by people always

Ostracize my train of thought

Like I ain't always been the one

They been accusin all this time

Of bein such a toxic risk

And I'm back right now

Wit strap sittin in a backpack tied down

Listenin to every muthafucker

In the whole city

As they scrunchin up their face

As my raps pipe out

And you act like wow

He ain't even dope

But his beats are kinda tight

But his raps right now

Gettin steam up in the city

Get some ackrite clown

Deez up with the shittyness

And that's my crown