Reassurance

Niggas dream of being ballers and shot callers, top-tier performers

They stop stare record us, they clap hands reward us

They chopped arms before us and slit throats for quarters

Sink boats in murky waters dirty from the bloody horrors of past shames of former

My last name's a glass stained from back strains and past pain's misfortune

I lacerate the orders used for my distortion

Their mad face I laugh, they love to hate my craft

Doing the math, raving over proportions of my fees

Pree how I'm soaring overseas to Middle East feasting on the heated shawarma

Harbor hatred in their heart they must love the dance with karma

Didn't have patience at the start, I'm learning as I'm moving forward

Reassurance from Father, Son, the Spirit make four of us