The People

These people

These people mane

These people mane

These people don’t be rappin’

Don’t be really in the streets

These people just be talkin’

Ain’t never had it like me

They don’t move how I move

They don’t rap how I speak

But they copy every move

Wanna dress, act, and be like me

Claimin’ they gods — please

People be frauds, geez

Strike ‘em down today

For disrespectin’ G-O-D

These people be so lame

They can’t relate to pain

Fake vibes, fake chains

Even some women the same

Compare ‘em to some Jakes

Ya mans might be a snake

Caught a charge for movin’ weight

But he back out in a day?

Said his lawyer beat the case

Ain’t even had a court date — wait…

That ain’t addin’ up, bro

Watch who you trust, fo sho

Birds of a feather gon’ flock

I peep the code and the plot

Most these dudes impress dudes

Man, that’s suspect — just stop

What was you thinkin’?

Don’t even answer

That’s rhetorical

I’m just exposin’ messy characters

This flow — historical

These my words

I’m the original

Nacho — Doritos

I don’t follow subliminals

I’m dolo — ten toes

Jumped off the porch at thirteen

Since then, I been on go

Ain’t worried ‘bout you or yours

I’m locked in — I’m in that mode

Still risin’ from the low

And I’m just lettin’ y’all know…