THE GOOD GLOBE

I got the gift of the gab, like a black politician

Every person I meet, struggle with contradiction My role models fell off, struggle with drug addiction

They ain't have them a window, just a pot, they can piss in

half these rappers shit real, the other have science fiction

That shit be missing the feeling, couldn't pay me to listen

in grandma crib, I'm in the kitchen, making plates with the fixin

Collard greens and chicken, a to go plate cause I'm dipping

Then I gotta get ghost, I gotta get low, I got a good pace, can't move too slow

Started at the bottom of the goddamn slope, this shit here turn a friend to a foe

X em out the circle like tic-tac-toe, got my unc riding shotty yellin get that dough