(Don't be a chutiya)

Fell out of your grip

My fire burned the hell out of your fists

Can not be contained in a box or a prison

Can't nobody make me a cause or a victim

And here's a tool for your suggestions

There ain't no rules for an exception

And be a humbling lesson

To anyone who ever thought that it was fucking in question

Walking with my chest out

Because I always bring my best out

The best clout is when the spirit don't submit to limits

So feel blessed at what a privilege it is to witness

Very sorry

I am very sorry

Very sorry

I am very sorry

When you've been subjected to the arrogance of humans

From all kinds of small minded narrow, trick consumers

To small hearted, smaller minded rappers and producers

(Don't be a chutiya), all you assholes know who you are

While you expect a feeble groupie chick to be fake

You've had cheapskate friends fuck you for cheap stakes

And they looking at you now and thinking

That there's repentance and forgiveness like they found religion

Compulsive sinners, they can eat a dick through all hell

But let it go and send 'em love and wish 'em all well

I am not at all like you

I am a giant, I am not small like you

Hey, yo, you gotta reign that ego in

We all are human in the end so where do we begin

Discern the sheep skin without swallowing the hurting

Not everybody built to come and follow on the journey

Very sorry

I am very sorry

Very sorry

I am very sorry

(Chants - Bridge)

The older and weaker versions are off air

Ever since we been updated like a software

I've just been doing everything I can

To make life better for my fam, so

Let you do you and let me do me

I may not be the version that you see

6th dimension, floating higher like a true G

Beyond your scope of fucking flatland or 2D, so

So, I don't blame you for not seeing

But just know that you can't tame me or lock me in

And when you cross the observer

Everyone who used to do the serving now get served up

Keep in mind that everybody's story looks different

Pseudo gangsta thuggers turn to sorry shook bitches

The blind gaining vision, learning as the day comes

The grind blocking haters turning into day ones

Escaping hamster wheels, breaking out their cubicles

Salivating, catching feels, shaking like you're beautiful

But I ain't complaining for a second

I know the fickle, honest ways of nature when she sets in

Tiger thrusting, mighty, bulging through the tightest leathers

Flying, buzzing, vibrant colors on the brightest feathers

Uh

(Don't be a chutiya)

Perceptions are reflections when events will occur

And you can sense the misdirections when intentions are blurred

It's all a big game, and you can choose it how to play it

Learn inside the music, how to lose it, how to slay it

Protection from deception and regression of words

May seem like blessing, but they're built inside molecular worlds