You can jack all the flows you want

You will still get smacked like I rolled the blunt

I don't need to run it back if I told you once

And I don't need a hundred plaques if I sold enough

I can see the malice in their faces

That's a red flag, no gang affiliation

Locally respected but I sang in many nations

Emotions are invested so I can't be complacent

But I can be amazing, so well-connected (Damn he's a mason)

Bitch, I know Kung Fu (Damn it's The Matrix)

The only new slave with a chance of escaping

Prechorus:

If they treat me like an industry pawn

My spirit might be with you but I'm physically gone

I won't even miss you, I'll be chilling with gods

B-Y-O-B nigga, bring your own bars

Hook:

Niggas wanna hate, mad at the niceness

The key to the gate, the path of the righteous

Don't go overboard, I'm the overlord

Now put your hands up when I hold the sword

B-Y-O-B nigga, bring your own bars. (x4)

Verse 2:

I'm no social butterfly, more like a moth

Cause a nigga goes ghost when the lights turn off

Fuck Cena, you couldn't see me in the morning sun

You sound desperate like an orphanage or morning suns

We no longer need major labels

The roof is on fire, the money's under the table

Heavy lies the crown but the foundation is stable

The numbers don't lie, your words create fables

Dirty thoughts but you can't brainwash me

My territory reaches more scales than Annunaki

More brain than brawn, less muscle than moxie

This road is so rocky, you'd swear niggas was boxing

Prechorus:

If they treat me like an industry pawn

My spirit might be with you but I'm physically gone

I won't even miss you, I'll be chilling with gods

B-Y-O-B nigga, bring your own bars

Hook:

Niggas wanna hate, mad at the niceness

The key to the gate, the path of the righteous

Don't go overboard, I'm the overlord

Now put your hands up when I hold the sword

B-Y-O-B nigga, bring your own bars. (x4)

Verse 3:

Always been the black sheep, strayed from the herd

With the memories of who we couldn't save from the purge

The players are rational but the game is absurd

Like I wanna shoot the moon so I aim for the birds

A rapper's worth is never hard to quantify

We're all sellouts cause everything is monetized

Our morality's more important in my father's eyes

And it's unfortunate we're glorifying homicide

I'm okay with that, as long as we're honest

It's a part of human nature that's inherently demonic

We struggle with the code of our identity regardless

But the government's socially engineering through the artist

Prechorus:

If they treat me like an industry pawn

My spirit might be with you but I'm physically gone

I won't even miss you, I'll be chilling with gods

B-Y-O-B nigga, bring your own bars

Hook:

Niggas wanna hate, mad at the niceness

The key to the gate, the path of the righteous

Don't go overboard, I'm the overlord

Now put your hands up when I hold the sword

B-Y-O-B nigga, bring your own bars. (x4)