[Intro: Roheezy] It's like... you gotta feel me, 'cause I am the Thali And ya'll eatin' from me, ya feel me? Okay, Keralanka put some spice on it! [Verse: Roheezy] Fuck everything they condoning Staffin’ the snakes like Moses The will of my fortune planted a bomb, how the capital game exploded That electoral vision been bending over to masters that made the quota Ya’ll losing ya ballots, the referendum picking rappers that ain’t devoted Rapping like they Daytona, if they claim they Push n' Ye they bogus All of these bitches hate in the moment, NBA Topshots trading been broken Rapping the main component, they’d rather be crafting the baking soda Mix it with vinegar, so DMs exploding after the fakers blow up Groupies looping, hoola hooping - stay around you in the back of the tour bus Same bitches 'finna laugh at the border, stay fetishizing the map outta boredom They workin’ supply chain for Salvation Army in my vain Following Catholic orders, faking faith with them catfishing auras My privilege having two guardians underestimated That family tree hold the roots of my labour The reason I branch out today but They gettin’ ya parent to cease taxin’ a bracket that barely has anything While up at the top it be lottery, raffling half of it back to the charity Dystopian parody, fill me with hope and some more insincerity Know in the morning they hoping to bury me over my pedigree Still I benefit now from the air of peace We settling down for the errors but there is no American Revolution Without getting the Crown to the clarity Couldn’t bare to be undervalued in my pursuit So I'ma switch my price, raise it for the sale like a Drawbridge do Lotta moves been inaudible, volume been applied as mute Now ya head spinning out the room, Labels signed on account of you Insteada tell the truth they rather fake they death, affidavits fled Rappers be faking - yes, I’m rolling my eyes at Animated Techs Closed captions - address the talkin', ain't no slackin’ Ya’ll bet ya bottom dollar old habits finna come out on top When the show happen, I *(gasp)* Let the shit breath, then I get so eloquent with references At the top of the inning, and yet they wonder when the ending is I milk the game like a menace kid And it’s just like droppin’ dimes with J Lo - get it? This just the Jen Assist

[Verse 1: Roheezy] I'll give 12 flat faces - dodecahedron, go wreck a heathen Popo infested demons, boat loads of enemies been Swarmin' the pentagon, infectin' me with The spirit of these squares and all they objective is middle eastern seizin' Check the numbers ain't no comparing the deaths that we been Facin', fuck yo analytics and geometric defense I need a pro tractor to get over these humps And get the right angle to make my case with no DECA meeting Prop up a Native representative to cater These bullets got a name on it, maybe at least it's ethnic Inscribe it on the back of led to best erase invasion Baby I'm gettin' wreckless They flexin' reconciliation but still reckon silly Asians The source of their oppression, wrecked with little patience [Hook: Roheezy] Wrecked with little patience and wrecked with information I'm wrecked up in the Matrix Please please help me! [Verse 2: Roheezy and Abhi the Nomad] From the get go, they been talkin' green tryna get invested These genders reinsure imbalanced leverage But the man cheated you like he cheated her, do you get the picture? Bet you still'a put the Guy Code ahead ya sisters Okay, she gon' reach for my fabric You know he don't like it, he in need of a bandage I just don't get how you could be so fragile All because Yasiin ya Bae be so Ecstatic I gotta press Mos' mans for the Kwali tee My head escape is respiration, such a Common feat So dedicated and elevated on beats You could read definitions but Children Stories is all you speak (I'm gonna run that back 'cause that was fuckin' wild) That's why I'm still existentially dreadin' my whole day to come And corporations is usin' our time and data up A tall order of chaos, you know it's statuesque Amber alert, these kids is gone and they have no Depp (Wowwww) Your Oscar performance is so casual Up in the court room, openin' up a can of bull Shot at the podium, metal through to medullas Measure the incremental and get it through to the rulers It don't matter what snacks you get when you gettin' ate In this consumerist culture full of the devil's fate The belly aches for what remains of ya valley's peak While snakes slithering up the lane like it's Fashion Week [Roheezy and djAP] And it's crazy 'cause they can't even get a front row seat! Hahaha... [Hook: Roheezy] Wrecked with little patience and wrecked with information I'm wrecked up in the Matrix Please please help me!

[Hook: Roheezy] Face to face and bar to bar I learned to chase the pain and arm the scars And my tale fire, that's a Charizard And we aim higher than the Taj Mahal But it's not what it's cracked up to be When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company Underneath the surface, still a product of the funder's fee Get it exploited, divine for the custody [Verse 1: Roheezy] My soul trapped for the green just like a kid from the Matrix How you puttin' ya trust in big names then shit on ya neighbours? Ya'll romanticize celebrity, put em on Home Screen But if you holding down the icons, that shit could get shaky While statesmen are running past you Every candidate holding a shitty entrance with a genda, ain’t no way to get out that bathroom They hold still, and then pay for the shoutouts that they get And so your movement driven by the state of your idol’s values I don't cater to minor rap dudes who ate off the culture back He wanna sample the beef so I made em a prime example Uh, I’m a starter bitch, you on the plate getting served Lotta faking these verbs - hit the lotto, pay for features Make up yo life just to step to the record deal Couldn’t ever get to that table with leverage Bitch I'm not an ATLien, an immigrant who spent for the best appeal Now I’m sleeping on em cuz you need extra to rest the real [Hook: Roheezy] Face to face and bar to bar I learned to chase the pain and arm the scars And my tale fire, that's a Charizard And we aim higher than the Taj Mahal But it's not what it's cracked up to be When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company Underneath the surface, still a product of the funder's fee Get it exploited, divine for the custody [Verse 2: Roheezy] Our indicted heartless nature ride divides that cause the nation To transition into gridlock while alliances from Corporatists disguising combinations Entitled grammy chasing rappers turning into Baptists, claim the right to nomination But they mics is often tainted with co-signs for the credit Even if it means to drown they’ll go dive into debt You got no violent aggression But get stripes on the front like you boat riding in Venice, uh Better get up on Roh’s side for progression or lean back into debt My labour the only thing that’ll mean maximum bread Cuz the Jobs impact the brand, like Steve after he dead To see checks moving up top - no Queen's Gambit in bed Still thinking bout the money til respect has been attained I got that glowing mirror mindset, reflecting on the raise So mafucka where ya juice came from They still depending on The Cool aid, like Lupe funds Because the booze ain't done, so the bars dangerous I got they pupils popping out the building like the school’s day done Let’s go! Smoke on crescendo, I been peakin' on the loudest shit Ya'll never rockin’ gothic, but still keep it on the counter-fit [Hook: Roheezy] Face to face and bar to bar I learned to chase the pain and arm the scars And my tale fire, that's a Charizard And we aim higher than the Taj Mahal But it's not what it's cracked up to be When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company Underneath the surface, still a product of the funder's fee Get it exploited, divine for the custody [Outro] When you go with the flow, the world comes out to meet you The pain you feel sometimes... Not meant to leave you broken, but rather break you open

[Intro: Harrison Sands] To Kingdom... [Chorus: Roheezy] Yeah, dealing with the consequences While I'm feeling so monumental Join the inner circle, our credentials Is better than the others, tell em off the sinful Not a God, just a product within this Epicentre of my hope, run the cost of dividends Invested in my faith while my conscious killin' it Gettin' pulled in both directions, tug my costume, uhhh [Verse 1: Roheezy] I was raised by the Church of the holy saints and the spiritual Window of my soul, glancing over pane for the miracle Grew up thinking that it was only faith that administers The measurement of goodness til I overcame all those principles Fuck that school of thought, bitch I won’t remain with your movement Came to my senses, the homeless came to the pulpit Uh, and they analyzing his wardrobe Rejection of the poor, follow branded lies while the corpse cold Not to mention that pussy in the committee Bailing out these abusers like rapists need your pity You have the nerve to claim she deserved to be almost killed 'Cause she didn’t consent to performing her wifely duties Exact words, right? These chapters might Finally reveal that your darkness won’t capture light 'Cause yo religion said buildin' bridges a focus But then ignore whenever the drowning happen below it Down a handful of drowsy, I'm bound to vanish before yo eyes But through all of my lyrics I'm immortalized [Pre-Chorus: Roheezy] We broke the harmony down... [Chorus: Roheezy] Yeah, dealing with the consequences While I'm feeling so monumental Join the inner circle, our credentials Is better than the others, tell em off the sinful Not a God, just a product within this Epicentre of my hope, run the cost of dividends Invested in my faith while my conscious killin' it Gettin' pulled in both directions, tug my costume, uhhh [Verse 2: Harrison Sands] Where have all the Angels gone? The young and weak are falling They turn their cheek, you beat it black and blue Looking up to Kingdom come And I can hear them calling out your name Last resort, but where were you? Yeah you call yourself a servant of the King But you'd never serve a thing to one that's truly suffering When you thank the Lord, gave you the life you know You gave nothing but your prayers to those people crying at your door You pick and choose the parables You crave the ones that make you feel at ease About your place after the grave But you twist and turn the message you've been fed Well don't you fret, the words will keep on spinnin' Long after your dead

[Hook: Roheezy] The temperature callin' me Hotter than lava, I'm meltin' around the cheese Need the nachos for harmony Break off the chips and don't ask where the guac'll be Buy a crib where the lottery is Fuck all ya property, bitch In ya house with my PJs and slips, homie you got the evict [Verse 1: Roheezy] Tearing me down, uh Tell me you care for me now, say I’m celebrity bound Breaking my enemies down Shake em so heavy then bounce Lately the chemistry in my head simply won’t mix Problems as big as my dome is Confidence mixed with pneumonia This cold world hittin’ my phone with Power trippages out the dividends Tell me how the fuck your allowance fitting in To the vision, better get accountants in For amounts that’s missing from so called friends No context for the whole contents of ya plan You think it’s fun or a scam Whole bunch of clowns, shit is a festival line up but who put me under the bands? Lately I count on the voodoo They hope I get stuck and my outlet is through with you (wow) Paranoid - got me wasted, seemingly sticking around like a hula hoop I saw your Heel side when you turned villain but baby it’s mountains I move for you Wrestle these demons, they dashing but I take the baby face outta the picture like BLOUW [Pre-Hook: Roheezy] x2 Looked over my shoulder, they're gone Over my shoulder they're gone The world's gettin' colder at home It's gettin' colder at home [Hook: Roheezy] The temperature callin' me Hotter than lava, I'm meltin' around the cheese Need the nachos for harmony Break off the chips and don't ask where the guac'll be Buy a crib where the lottery is Fuck all ya property, bitch In ya house with my PJs and slips, homie you got the evict [Verse 2: Roheezy] Alone and I'm gone without puffin' shit I'm losin', fuck a hole in one I'm stuck in it I feel my self esteem and dreams takin' a crushing hit Hopin' I run this ship but I can't seize shit when I ain't in sync So I been thinkin' a bit about hanging it up and takin' my L To stay up in hell and then gaze at myself They makin' they cake I'm just baking my cells Don't fake it, I swear but I'm fakin' this shit til I stare in the mirror Then I realize I'm a mere... mortal I feel like everybody's dying, everybody's dying I read the news and practically can hear the sirens In my head, so the mess that I make is quiet There's no meat on my bones, I need a change of diet I been back and forth all day with my consciousness Whether I should kill the shit forever and never revive the shit It's ominous, but I'm fallin' for debauchery And the depression that's in my economy as a monopoly I hope it's not just me

[Hook: Roheezy] Make a meal off rap (Fill up then go get it) Peel off masks (Split up ya whole spirit) Kneel on that (Big ups, but go get it, get it) (I can’t figure out why) All these motherfuckers mad that I'm demanding answers From the meme accounts, millionaires and the mandem laugin' Brainwashin' all these kids with them random channels They gettin’ funnelled to the tube like the apparatus [Verse 1: Roheezy] And now the Gram is backwards 'Cause if you try to tell the app a rat is a bitch, them kids'll get to the lab to rap We finna throw you to the ocean, if you make it Then you wake up to the bay with no recollection like Adam Sandler All these free speech bitches, yet you stand for Bannon But if they pop the orange man, open the Fanta cans up Even then we drinking from Nazism romancers Won't read our Mirindas, Crush us til we dismantled Fuck where the Fake Go, ain't no way the police can handcuff My inner solitude, I dispute their denial too Why would I opt for the viable When my options is via bullshit advice from lying dudes hiding through bullets? Either they Pander then tell us to go away with a sign that's rude Or take our dollar for kicks, it's still Desiigner shoes We ill equipped, not equipped for ill but it fit the bill That privatization publicized the commit to kill Blunt smokin', lungs soakin' all my illest wills But I put it all on the page so ya'll can feel the real Barbwire my wrist like Black Thought Just so I could be the voice for my Roots when the plants rot The soil is smooth, the land hot But your energy been giving this synthesis bad vibes I branched out to see hideous hacksaws It put a bad strain on you when you live in a bland pot [Hook: Roheezy] Make a meal off rap (Fill up then go get it) Peel off masks (Split up ya whole spirit) Kneel on that Big ups, but go get it, get it (I can’t figure out why) All these motherfuckers mad that I'm demanding answers From the meme accounts, millionaires and the mandem laugin Brainwashin' all these kids with them random channels They gettin’ funnelled to the tube like the apparatus [Beat Switch] You didn't tell me 'bout this, my God! [Hook: Roheezy] (Why?) All these motherfuckers mad that I'm demanding answers From the meme accounts, millionaires and the mandem laugin Brainwashin' all these kids with them random channels They gettin’ funnelled to the tube like the appara-- [Pre-Verse: Roheezy] Hold up, hold up Who the fuck want to do this? Just a product of my choosers Not my choices But they'd rather come destroy this Foundation, now my eyes are gone [Verse 2: Roheezy] Right-Wing populism, we let it evolve from Ronald Reagan Suit the future homeless with benevolent armour on occasion Better luck gettin’ the veterans off the lots of Vegas But in Iraq I bet that if death is involved, they honour greatness So fuck if you bled for the cause 'Cause them bastards leave you as a vegetable, lettin’ em rot Even with American first drive, you ain't gettin’ to Dodge the heart of labour Exploitative with electrical parts that shock ya frame up Technology got them jobs fading While unemployment season changin' colors Won't question ya Fall if Autumn made it Machines learning, shit’s gettin’ cold, we keep burning Red ties defining the character of Pee Wee Hermans I’m tea slurpin’ with steep courage, okay ho? They actin’ like they give a fuck boutcha bag, that’s a Pay Role Conditioned since birth, get into a casket from cradle Business model rely on stretching us out, we play though Hitting the lotto, then hit rock bottom These labels wanna rape you Think it’s super what appraisals and a cape do Delays and detonations, claim that patience is the way Til they drop you on no notice, please dont make em Lemonade you That shit beyond sayin' Uh, don’t speak down on the wrong names I don’t geek out, just play the long game It’s a marathon, some of y’all ran the wrong race

[Chorus: Roheezy] My toxic trait is knowing the truth My toxic trait is knowing the booth is my outlet The plug don't need an outlet Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Roheezy] Push my art into the corner, ya’ll got my back to the Drawing Board Dancing for these critics til they want some more While these Hogs hoping I speed But the Sonics capture me on the floor A downward spiral, I’m falling flat like dissonant chords Uh, really thought ya’ll scored with a pitch and fork But your protest is a protest of the victim’s voice [Refrain: Roheezy] Run, run, run 'Cause we are on the way Run, run, run... [Verse 2: Roheezy] Treat a brand like a religion, your method isn’t official You camping out for luxury, Prada’s Tent gon’ evict you All eventually fall to the automated I’m honest but on occasion still pondering on our nation While the bodies go undiscovered, a homi’s all but a number From Martyrdom to Mardi Gras, carnivals of the summer Some hope that a race get erased, all with the lead It’s Synthestia the day they see an Adios to the colors Shit’s getting harder with softer noses and bundles Viagara for the violent Prescribe it for the pump with a proper dose for the lovers Turn that Dose into Tres with the heat No Menaging hoes in the summer [Chorus: Roheezy] Uh, my toxic trait is knowing the truth My toxic trait is knowing the booth is my outlet The plug don't need an outlet Uh, yeah

[Hook: Roheezy] 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) [Verse 1: Roheezy] 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 [Hook: Roheezy] x2 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) [Pre-Verse: Roheezy] 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!) [Verse 2: Roheezy] 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 [Outro] 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!)

[Roheezy and Therapist] *Doors squeaks open* Hey, take a seat! Oh hey, good to see you again - can't wait for our session Thanks for coming in (Oh, yeah, yeah - of course) How have you been? How's the, uhh... music stuff going? Oh yeah, it's great. We're actually releasing a mixtape soon called the Thali Tape, it's kind of an ode to our heritage and, uh-- Oh, that's nice! It's so nice that you're infusing your... culture into it. So exotic! Uh - what do you mean exoti-- Anyways, let's get started soon. But, I did want to tell you... Your beard is looking a little scruffy. You're lookin', like uh - Osama these days, huh? Hahaha! Sorry, did you say Osam-- Anyways, that's okay

[Therapist] Mister Raj, welcome to Session 7 So, tell me - what would you like to talk about today? [Verse 1: Roheezy] I hit my shrink, unloading trauma up off my dome Til she called me terrorist, joking inside her comfort zone The same comfort of dehumanization Middle Eastern displacement that the people been facing You barely tryna listen Tryna spread the guilt like butter with your clarified intentions It’s a paradise of stress existing witcha' feels Living ill But I gotta do my part in progressing the convo, so I told you 'bout it to keep it real Her response was stuttering damn (I just meant your beard was scruffy...) That was her reason to cover the sham And justify the joke just in case it holds up ya guilt Since I’ve vented to yo ass about racist trolls that I’d kill She said (I'm sorry, I'll do better) Shit that happened next had me hoping for true effort She asking me for advice, well I'm asking her if my beard would indicate a terrorist if I happened to be a white male She said (Well, regardless of race Society perceives every man with an untrimmed beard as a terrorist Besides, Trumpers stormed the capital, it’s evident They've been treated the same in MY head) See, being Shaggy ain’t a race thing to her, she an Angel instead Screaming “It Wasn’t Me”, tryna lay the blame to a rest Project so much, you’d split the Sun in fragments The point over her head, she stood under to bask it There’s a war going on you almost always been safe from You think that you’re aware, but your comments cause elevation Center yourself, feeling odd with no even edges And while you drone off they been bombing our people wreckless It’s all interconnected, cause imminent pressure If you want a safe space, then launch into the nexus And get to paying attention We always had a home til your renovations annexed it Then evade our expression So please understand it’s not my motherfucking burden to educate your perspective I don’t walk around the world with no reparations embedded And I don’t expect to get nothing back from these fuckin crackers 'cept meditation and prayers And detonations of meccas that’s predicated on tears Separation of borders and incrementalists pushing they legislation for fear While my dedication appears to be boiled down to the hue of this melanin in the mirror [Verse 2: Roheezy] (Why don't you look in the mirror for once?) I was raised through the lens that there's no defying authorities That bigger picture the code for violence and gory scenes Papa probably thought he was solarizing my spirit But they taking headshots while we pose as model minorities I hate this movie, they been digging the Plot 'Cause them boys on film, but still Cinema shot With body cams, I thought that meant that they’d leave it Ripping ‘em off with bandaid solutions, shit ain’t adhesive And Brown folks align ourselves with supremacists Every time we cater to light skin or the fetishes Not understanding that without Black people We’d never have the privilege to immigrate to the life we live It's 1965 The Immigration Act that was passed, opened the door to those who isn’t white And only 'cause of civil rights So us pointing fingers at the community that got us here is so ill advised And cuz of that shit, I won’t oblige… nah (Listen to me, you will oblige) Don't oblige to these crackers, I start a fire with the match that’s lit We been sleep, I know the blind can imagine They killed Malcolm and then Hampton while throwing lies on they casket Since they ended in a coffin, we owe our lives to the Activists It took 23 years for me to honour pain And recognize we not the same 'Cause I was young, Brown, confused and making jokes with N Words Never looking inwards How it go when you misdentify with a struggle that don’t reflect yours That Anti-Blackness is what got us on enemy front We putting down a culture that we borrow identity from They suited up for funerals in a fit of rage While we sagged our pants, added slang to the shit we say Our empathy only extends to when we gettin’ paid Center ourselves, feelin' odd with no even edges And while we go off, they got Ronald to keep em restless It’s all interconnected, cause imminent pressure Fuck a safe space, just launch into the nexus And get to paying attention Cuz Britain stole Africa Then enslaved all the children to get the labour expensed So please understand, it’s not your motherfucking burden To educate my perspective You don’t walk around the world with no reparations embedded And you can’t expect to get nothing back from these fucking crackers 'Cept pent up hatred and fear And detonation of ghettos that’s predicated on tears Separation of class and incrementalists pushing they legislation for fear Know your dedication and worth is bigger than any part of the melanin in the mirror

[Verse 1: Roheezy] I was Kingdom Hearts playing, feeling Sora than a motherfucker Hold the key with bigger shoes to fill Don't feel the formula of other suckers I feel my thoughts drift, divorce 'em from the undercover Cut out that fat 'cause ain't no need for all that butter brother They funded suckers and then undermined the real So now when Things Fall Apart at our Roots We finna run for cover Thoughts of the Black and Brown Get us throwed, we fly off of the bat and bounce Identical, ain't been smokin' but they been crackin' down Labels tryna front like they know what all the passion bout But you just a metric for the quota Feel electric than a motor If you got the drive, they dead it in a moment And I been steppin' to the focus of my dreams Tryna get the depth in order but this decadence is horrid Spend it for my emptiness, a shell of trifle apathy My conches layin' on the beach, the hell with my anatomy Heaven scent, still been smellin' my catastrophe For betterment of fragrance I been settlin' for bragging rights Like how's it over there with odor of an ego? Feelin' major with the choruses and C Notes Abortin' all the feeble matters, peep the graph you see 'em at The fee got rappers peakin' at they entrance Ya'll adore 'em at the peephole Shit is rugged like a welcome mat If I don't feel the love, then the stealth come back I talk about the door to door like salesmen knocking 'Cause you always find me where they seldom at Developed tactics to help this rap shit amongst the chaos And learned success don't give a fuck what the fuck it's based off The whips they coppin' done gifted options to front the pay off Fell short of ranges, no wonder we flyin' under radars 'Til Abhi pulled up in the whip and now it's fuck a dayjob [Verse 2: Abhi The Nomad] Yeah It's always fuck a day job until you get a day job And fuck bein' viral til you viral goin' K-Pop Two weeks notice, two weeks before COVID Folks with quote on quote "real jobs" were gettin' laid off (Shut the fuck up) I could turn potatoes into Cape Cod I could turn a Sous Chef into Raekwon Halsey got a deal and pulled a Bernie then she Made Off These pop artists could probably have a fake off (Shut the fuck up) I ain't in this competition, I ain't doin' open verses If you wanna give me feedback say that shit to me in person I'd tell you to suck my dick but you can't do it without hurtin' You might need to have a neck the size of Nickmercs' All I see is tricks, scams, big curtains "Indie success" is a rich family helps kids surface India's best with no thirst traps or dick worship "But what's the use if the clip jam and the stick working" Please shut the fuck up, yeah I been Bo Burnham Fee-fi-fo-fum, I been toe-turnin' I hope the merch sales is really helpin' pay ya'll I met ya favorite rapper, it was at a seance (Shut the fuck up) Please hit the like and the follow, link in the bio I'm here goin' live at the condo, be here tomorrow I'm writing a song that'll be so short you can swallow It'll last 'bout a ripe avocado, lightning in bottle (You need to stop it with that flow there) I'm a craft master, and my tracks really blast past The initial gas factor, but the product really don't wear Drip like the nasty shit that's hanging outcha nose hair First it was blog writers, then it was the playlists Then it was the influencers bought out by the majors I'm fine with flyin' under radars, gettin' faded Laughing at ya netting goose egg and retiring on a dayshift (Shut the fuck up!)

[Chorus: Roheezy] x2 Stuck in between my home and property Run everyday, ignoring all my feats Put me in a ward, decode the nominee My soul is off the spring, we broke the harmony down [Post-Chorus: Roheezy] We broke the harmony down We broke the harmony, yeah We broke the harmony down [Verse 1: Roheezy] This gifted eagerness keep me settled down under wraps While living breathing in the present I’ve come to wear this mask with inconceivable pretenses (Wake up, blaze up) Loop routine, and build the beat like my peak endless 'Cause I got ill allegiance to regrets And tracing back the past instead of penciling reflections Pent up with heated sketches, cashing in temperature checks Cold as the meter gets when I meddle with entertainment So if that cell see us, I’m imprisoned with expectations Of sentences etched in greatness And I don’t wanna live like defendants that met the plaintiff Shit they shove down our throats got us littered with extra waste I came with the extra weight like Laguardia takeoffs So start the debate off, bodying the product til seance The Armageddon of property, working hard for the pay off But so far the journey done costed me an arm and a day job Carvin' ya face dawg, I don't give a fuck 'bout ya presence Once you start to decay I'ma rush you to heaven like whoa Whatever you do, please just pardon my cadence The art of heartache been flying out and chartering chaos while I'm [Chrous: Roheezy] x2 Stuck in between my home and property Run everyday, ignoring all my feats Put me in a ward, decode the nominee My soul is off the spring, we broke the harmony down [Verse 2: Roheezy] You tryna judge me for my failure's embarassing How these white preachers pale and compare a sin? I might need a knife just to slice heathens Get through to ya armor, you can go into the night bleedin' Cut deep as Wayne's tape catalogue You outta luck and can't roll no sixes The holy scriptures that held me captive They wrote that shit to get the medics in And the rest of the pressure depressive Settling shit that you started, steppin' to Mecca with vengeance Claiming decadence, playin' Referee half the time 'Cause them stripes got you the luxury of havin' the time Gamble on privilege, bet on a better position Judges that validate murder Settin' dead precedents while they gettin' dead presidents livin' At the table and they raisin' the buy-in They'd rather set up the Better than ever set up the better conditions And we let up like the Hood when our cylinder crack They want em smokin hard and thinking they ceiling the crack But fuck that, foot on the pedal, we revvin' the engine Metal that send 'em to hell Revel on those who have bled, elegant toasts to the bread Stealin' culture on the merit of civilizing the masses But these Catholic bastards giving death or the debt In more than one way, the credit been over the red So if you will, please just pardon my cadence The art of heartache been flyin' out and chartering chaos Economic anxiety got 'em out starvin for hate Cuz they couldn’t tell the difference between Martyrs and Adolf Look hard for the trade off that betterment prove Pointing fingers down at the colored like they rent isn't due Stop to smell the flowers but it's leather infused That's my Clematis truth, I'm mentally couped like whoa

[Verse: Roheezy] I been gettin' blank canvases painted Stand back in amazement Need the green around me, shoulda ran back to the Matrix They covering the fuck shit with fantastical fragrance With Trump outta sight, we won't glance at the new cages This game was built to lose, not a chance after you play it The day we win, the day we give land back to the Natives (Uh, yeah) that's why I can't handle debates Where the man havin' a point pointin' fingers down at my people While man handlin' slaveships Can't brandish my agency, fans hassle impatient While Labels be takin' bread and give half back to the bakery Just know they margins is maxed after the maker's fee Piggybankin' the mattress 'cause secrets fuck with the cash Stashin' the dough to comfort her, keepin' it under wraps Blanket statements turned us into neat freaks, covering madness Makin' our bed then lay in it, sleepy up in the casket Call out to the dead, know that We G I say that shit 'cause the team be nothin' but grand Slicin' ya back and then I'm handing you over ya disk Ain't no CD touchin' ya hand No groupie shit, I'ma have you spinnin' up top if we be fuckin' with fans My mind warped to-her, never needed nothin' but bands On the flip side, these pigs spillin' Red over Green like 3D movies and never answer questions from ya Class Just keep it up like ya hand When Police be comin' onto the scene, uncovering grams Now you hopin' that they turnin' a blind eye to the Keys like Stevie bustin' a jam Bring in the trumpet immediately for funeral services, shit is urgent [Outro] I been gettin' blank canvases painted Stand back in amazement Need the green around me, shoulda ran back to the Matrix This is a world premier Premiering the end of your existence This is a world... Come here... Premiering the end of your existence

[Chorus: Roheezy] Yeah my CD on, yeah my CD on Get my PG on, like I'm playin' Golf (I ain't playin' no motherfuckin' golf With your underpar motherfuckers... Get the fuck back to me right now) [Verse 1: Roheezy] Had to reach into my Inner Child to match the story Healin' wounds with allegories Lookin' at the asteroids, we turnin' into crashin' Stars But if I ever get off my path, then put me back in orbit With these releases, I'm re-releasing these rap endorphins The deacon reaper, these priests is eager to kill my words But I pushed through and I'm here... Yeah, I'm crying through this verse 'Cause I know how hard it gets For Immigrants to gather intimacy across continents Two sides of world, but I never explored duality Until my momma encouraged it, let my passion weep Beyond academies, I know you hate it when I swear But I swear that I wouldn't be here Without you bearin' all the bullshit Through prayers and hallelujahs Nah my parents ain't know who Jay-Z was But still honored Blueprints I learned the rules and then I broke 'em with my mind Still hopin' that the odds is in my favor, fuck a constitution [Chorus: Roheezy] Yeah my CD on, yeah my CD on Get my PG on, like I'm playin' Golf (I ain't playin' no motherfuckin' golf With your underpar motherfuckers... Get the fuck back to me right now) [Verse 2: Roheezy and RANJ] It's just a feeling that you get The illest of the sketches Get my trauma off the trenches My momma off the lenses of the white man Coppin' benzes Adapted to capitalism (Dealt with the lenders) But bring it back to your inner Artist, I swear to God That you'll regret ever tryna turn the pages Tearin' it off Move to the next chapter Who could you vet after? Project doubt then wake up at 40, head smackin' [Bridge: Roheezy and RANJ] Uh, come back to me now Uh, come back to me now I said come back to me now (I need my inner child back in my life right now, please report to the front. We got your keys, you gotta move your car baby!) RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW Right now Nananananana [Outro: Roheezy and RANJ] I miss Grandma, I miss my Aunty's laugh And I miss Santa, my presence hardly felt And I miss... My Dad comin' into rooms with the proudness Before I chased my dream with such a loudness Guess uh... Guess that's just how the game goes You either live for yourself or for someone else Even the people you love I love you