It Ain't You

Just pure lyrical flames for the culture mixed with kerosene and propane! Wassup y’all It’s Truth Trill Do I call y’all my Trillans? Trilldren? Trillians? Fuck it It don’t matter anyway Yall my family So I gotta put y’all up on game I specialize in pro pain like Hank do I’ll give yo ass a couple rounds, nigga say thank you Hit you wit that beam, maybe Master Roshi trained Truth Hit you with them Revolver Ocelot angles Orangutan, my bitch clearly outranks you Look at yo hoe, She clearly cankles Slavery chains still dangle Thin Blue Line is the rope that will hang you Disrespect the creator that made you Then look him in the face and say they were paid too Slavery aint over this is simply page two And if you got any color it’s gon faze you How the fuck a nigga spose’d to breathe in this weather? There ain't no where on earth we really leaving this weather What we don’t really know is that we bleedin together But we hate ourselves more than the hoogies tryna get us If we was with us like we should be with us We coulda had the race problem wiped out by dinner Economy says we the biggest fuckin spenders But we tryna impress the other fuckin prisoners Seem like jobs only want to hire and promote the faint dudes There’s sanctions on my race, there’s really a lot we can’t do Media propaganda the image is how they paint you I know it ain't me, and it ain't you Inflation was done on purpose just to fuckin tank you Stock market crashing worthless money all up in the bank too Could’ve bought a house, then the recession came and flanked you I know it ain't me, and it ain't you Spend ya bread on her, if you like her But cut her off quick, like Scyther If she act up, don’t white knight her Unless she’s a real lifetime wifer I’m not a shooter y’all should really play chess more For a mill I’ll put yo ass on that fuckin quest board PK Fire yo ass up, like that Ness boy Suppressor on the tip which means there is less noise I take less shorts than a theme park line I’m a space cowboy, bitch it’s bebop time! Bitch I need my block bitch, I need my grind Had to call Saloo I need my weed on time And I need yours too, when that greed on mind Yea, King Von’s ghost told me it’s demon time! My gun’s my darling named her Clementine We go on missions that are clandestine Y’all do crimes and put your deeds online Swear to god, y’all need a piece of mind So I drop wisdom, have a piece of mine Ima get you straight like a cleavage line Crypto market really took a fuckin dive too I know it ain't me, I know it ain't you There’s a famine of food and mother fuckin gas too And it ain’t me, and it ain’t you Abortions are banned but they have a population plan too? I know it ain't me, I know it ain't you The constitution was written for mother fuckin who? I know it ain't me, I know it ain't you They tryna take our guns, just to make us all soft, dog Reach for my sawed off, get yo ass offed dog! You better haul ass before you get yo ass hauled off Ukrainian war taught me how to make a molotov Prejudice is a problem that has never been solved End the race war or you can kill us all off I would give a fuck but I had to sell ‘em all off Just to put gas in my little tiny small car Who’s fault is this? It’s all y’alls Your inaction is the reason why those walls never fuckin fall dog Give us sovereignty we'll make our own laws So when we get in trouble we'll never call y’all Cops originated hunting slaves with their dogs And you stupid mother fuckers think they evolved And that’s why I smoke and I tend to fucking drink I’m bout to cop a bag of that, think Mark! THINK! Will I ever come back from the brink? Damn man… …Dishes in the sink? Man damn! Gotta go Shit the water runnin! Damn!