I wake in the afternoon and sleep after the moon
Keep after the boons then reap after the tomb
Much more than soon cut corners too
The game has changed and has bucks to shoot
The fame chucks the loot fuck the booth
All you need is money for the youth
Its funny but the truth
Overcoming the guns and bulletproof
Is nothing now who is you
As long as you talk rich like lips were gold
The spit is sold flipped and owned
Scriptures thrown fire breeze flown
Retire please if you don't admire these poems
Its true ive grown like a cannabis seed
But cant we achieve a new lead of loyal reach
Oil for speech has foiled the peace
Sick of Lils and Youngs there bills and their puns
Filled to the brim of millions of kids
One punch line here and there is fine
But if you rewind thats all you will find
Maybe im just too mature for my ears
In this turn of affairs of hip hops repairs