Ignorance Is Bliss Lyrics

Yo

Check it

First and foremost

Just know

There ain't no love in this game

I had to sacrifice my pleasures for pain

I pray above that I'm sane

'Cause when you buried

They'll stumble over your name

Need my flowers

Before heaven has to grant me a plane

Stayed on my own two

People fold

Even though they told you

Shaped or molded you

But the hate comes from the locals too

Behold the truth

Even though it's scary in fact

You gotta show and prove

Ya stamina's stacked

I don't complain over plaques

I think I'm stressed, vexed

And need to relax

Before my heart dares to give me attacks

This isn't vaguely a rap

I still suffer

When I buffer these tracks

Miles away from my mother

Feel like I'm doubling-back

But if I do

I'mma lose sighting

I'd be a fool

Put it down in writing

Life is a school

With infinite assignments

Some days

I only hear me crying

But one day

I'll know I'll be a motherfuckin' giant

Yo

The streets don't respect you

Until you six feet

These shawties only undress

When you get checks or receipts

It ain't really that in-depth

But the method is too deep

I'm suggesting that

This shit is too messy to be complete

I don't do beef

Y'all lost me for playing sides

Y'all fruitcakes

Niggas sweet like a pumpkin pie

Talkin' 'bout it's do or die

I watch these niggas cautiously

With two eyes

Y'all started me again

Should be a sin

How I move wise

I utilize my thoughts to spill

Can't coincide

With all this harm and guilt

Y'all frauds oughta kneel

To my godly build

These broads bawling out

I oughta chill

Peace to my niggas Waqar and Adil

I really love y'all for real

I feel like dudes just watch me

But don't support

Claim they too real

Let me be honest

You niggas dorks

The shit I reveal

Will make laws abolished

When sent in court

That nigga Zeus ill

May Neptune and Triton

Give up they skills

Yo

The deal is

You speak of loyalty

When you still switched

Annoying me

I need to use the kill switch

Like real shit

If my name in ya mouth

Like Will Smith

I won't even slap niggas

I'll rap a filled-diss

On a little disc

I feel sick of giving earnings

'Cause niggas still switch

When they turning

That's how it is

When they concealing burners

I spit a verse, regurgitate a sermon

Nowhere near a perfect person

But I washed ya skills

With my first detergent

Motherfucker