Renaissance Lyrics

Yeah I'm petty on the block, not Jenny from the block

Been hard as cinderblock, rip off the renaissance

Drinkin henny on the rocks, yeah it go down clean

But that don't mean I do shit neat

No, no, no

You see the bag with it? It's for the damn riches

Cut to the Chase 'fo we stab the whole bank bitches

Stuffed with the paper, uncover the data

You buddy buddy with haters

That lovey dovey done faded away from me

I be the one they debated but now it seems to be

My color is faded on your TV

But I see through the quotas and spreadsheets

No folding or bending my program for no corporate agendas

More stuck up than that cork in ya drink is

So don't get it twisted, I'm closed please don't open my interest

Forfeit ya riches and capital bitch

Rappers be lying 'bout arms to get a slap on they wrist

I'm baffled these kids ain't actually bound to they verbs

My body language clean cuz actions speak louder than words

It's a catastrophe happening at the top now

Just a buncha bufoons babbling with they cocks out

Gentrify my existence up on the compound

Stack my interests and mix it until I calm down

Take a turmeric taste of my own medicine

Ya'll hit the tournament late but still brought semi's in

Take my plate, go bake it and throw cheddar in

Do it for the cheese like when they made this they own settlement

While I'm mixing up the sedatives

Get to my embellishing

Yeah I'm petty on the block, not Jenny from the block

Been hard as cinderblock, rip off the renaissance

Drinkin henny on the rocks, yeah it go down clean

But that don't mean I do shit neat

No, no, no

Yeah I'm petty on the block, not Jenny from the block

Been hard as cinderblock, rip off the renaissance

Drinkin henny on the rocks, yeah it go down clean

But that don't mean I do shit neat

No, no, no

That's why you motherfuckers need to man the fuck up

Ima run the game, I'll be damned if Im not

Them true fucking colors come out when you swamped

Priorities gettin' fucked

Motherfucker you suck

My dick

Son of a Pagan, Im tumbling running from patience

And rummaging record collections, discovering taste in

A pallete outside my own, shit it's fuckin amazing

But I ain't know they tried to bury it under the hatred

They keep these kids within the lines and then color the cages

Keep 'em grounded til they elevate under the day shift

Turn em Attic and push em to look up what the Base meant

Started from the bottom and they left em there

Hardly made a profit so they got up from expensive chairs

But still stand for a cause that costed us so many tears

But I been overdue to overdo shit

Tell these white people they can't hold the blueprint

I wipe the floor and decor off these fools then I mop it down

Tryna get me at the table, stooping to common ground

You stupid? I'm not about to compromise

Rather knock the teeth out ya King, I'm removing the Rotten Crown

And you motherfuckers need to man the fuck up

Ima run the game, I'll be damned if Im not

True fucking colors come out when you swamped

Priorities gettin' fucked

Motherfucker you suck

My dick