Brought your whole Algorithm

So so much for vision

Never knew getting the money

Meant owning the tension

So sick

Would swear the devil had great intentions

Faith is a commodity

A virus killed religion

Long as I'm dependent

On appearance and status

Extra credit

For factors

No more hustling backwards

Idol worshiping rappers

This is for the art form

At 17 I swear I had my heart torn

Watching my hero pivot from his vision

Navigating life

Trying find a rhythm

Millions of streams

But not a single witness

Door to door on Jehovas behalf

Who am I kidding

Became a rapper off a hoop scolly

What a statistic

But never on cam

No Rico

Ace at the cleaners

All c-notes

Getting rained on as Far as we know

We're Gods property

With something for the people

Fear no evil

Or dying at the hands of your own

You name is everything

You can't put everybody on

Easy to say what I would do

If I were Sean combs

Build a pedestal

Climb the hill to die on

They confusing nonsense in content

Traded in your conscience for trending topics

When I'm cooking extra careful in my process,

Michelin star gotta take time to digest

I can tell you I love you and I can mean it honest

It's not on me if you take it out of context

It's all about framing Rembrandt painting, not religious, but I've been back prayin

Blasphemous to hate on me

Mob shit A.O.B.

How you gone heal if the pain don't leave?

Curious to see what's on the other side trouble man with a troubled mind

The rent higher than me

And Shit nigga I be stupid high

Neil deGrasse Tyson meets Superfly

Play a stupid game win a stupid prize

These days telling the truth will get you crucified

You the same bitch ass nigga wearing a new disguise

I'm back on my business I need a suit and tie

I need space and leverage

She trying to stay for breakfast

I'm trying to make these records

What a blessing

Joy and pain, Frankie Bev'n

What's love look like without a frame of reference?

The wolves out the full moon is near

They don't want to chicken

They want a souvenir

You ain't gotta talk so loud you feel the mood in here?

Shoe box under the bed

But ain't no shoes in there

Boy you better watch your mouth you don't know who's in here

It ain't just music here