Overdraft ft. Terry Borderline & Paul Willis Lyrics

I ain't buying what you're selling

Do not ask me to smile

It's a lie I don't like telling

When I say I'm the illest

I don't aim to embellish

Simply telling you the

God's honest truth

Anytime I'm in the booth

Cuz, this rap game's a scam

Niggas buy studio time to pose for the gram

The clout's a fuckin sham

I imagine if my dreams of emceeing as a kid

Would be the same if I knew where it was leading...

I don't know

Some niggas say Chance did it without a label

Or, maybe it's his rich-ass parents

That made him stable

Yet, I don't begrudge the shortcuts

If presented, I'd consider taking em

But, the rhymes I spit might

Have a bitter taste in em

My Achilles heel

I'm incapable of making shit that I don't feel

Which is a pre-requisite of me signing a deal

So, maybe that ship has sailed

So, I do only what I feel like it's fuckin braille

Exhale

Pineal decalcified

Alien life declassified

Green pine needles acidified

Melanite laced with magnetite

Crystal stomach from apatite

Gemini twins don't rap alike

Apophyllite I'm taking flight

Pontious Pilate, you blaming Christ

Haitian ties so I fight for rice

Only wrong when I take advice

Only mean when my money nice

Average minds like I pay for lights

Know the trees so I don't believe

Hurricanes when I'm over seas

Sugar coat women know I'm sweet

Profess love like I'm Olgalvy

Metaphysical desert king

Avid smoker, I tumble weeds

Grand imperial, Crystalline

Roam with Bismuth like byzantine

Civilization sowed by me

Seeded and watched it grow by me

Seas it and watch it flow by me

Flood the worlds streets with Tsunamis

In my skin, light the copper gleam eggs

I planted like aubergine

In my cell line I harbor genes

Of the whole worlds topography

Myths depict scripts the oldest me

Ancient biblical prophecy

Point has been that we crystal beings

Always was and will always be

Nigga

They won't see it til it's too late

That's the Art of War

White people wanna sue me

Par for the course

I guess they'll never really know

What I started for, I wanted more

Little brother, had the bottom bunk

And the bottom drawer

Always looking up

Role models were dealers and nerds

Snapping photos with these words

Until I learned about the thirds

Now it's cinematic

I reflect on what I observe

And it's tragic that

We don't get what we deserve

I'm here to claim it all

Yeah, what's rightfully mine

40 acres and a mule

Turn that water into wine

Y'all waited for K. Dot

He is not your savior

He creative

But Black women are the Creators

With the information

Jumped off slave ships and spaceships

Watch space shift

Being Black and Hollywood famous

An idol of envy

While they waiting for you to fail

Knowing they could never be successful as hell