Addition

Used to battle throwin fists--

Saved it for my therapist

Maybe I should clear my past

Maybe I need clearer piss

Blame my insecurity

~blame it on my arrogance~

Niggas with they head up high

Something's in the air, I guess

That's a touché

Three-che

I got international—hit me on my three way

I used to hoop with the band aid like I was d-wade

Now I rap with a band's aid, that's if the fee waived

Hood left me a bando

Ain't no white kids and our mamas watching scandals

Dirty rotten scoundrels

Abscond the scene with a full head of steam

And a head full of steam floated all for the stream

Hear the 12 all the time like they the disciples

Here they promise you it's better but that's really deceitful

Admonish all you wanna like there's something to strive for

But they lookin down like niggas ain't gon ever be equal

Itchin for the pigeons coming live from the ave

I'm the new edition baby gon do the math

Wishin for the bitches comin live from the ave

I'm the new edition baby gon do the math

X2

Got that Oxford education, white man still clownin

Got a fossil full of dollars, what the fuck you counting?

Got that cotton fiber afro; caught up in the swatch?

Don't be switching like my race is something we already squashed

I been all out in the U.K

Homie how you local—want to bias like a funke?

Homie how you broke & flaunt advice like you been there?

But you bent there

I'd rather push on a bouquet than thought a rookie

Bookworm got the bookings

Word to the broker

Worried paying dues just might make me even broker

Worried making moves might have left me displaced

Same as burning on your tongue when you rush for a taste

Sippin masala

Drop gems like mancala

Saw through my monocles: manacles of the martyrs

Might've never made 'decent.' if i never heard 'Stardust'

Might've never had a reason if they ain't try to starve us

(hook)