[Verse 1]

Lights, camera, stop it

You know I'm not a fan of photos

I seen rappers goto church only for the promo

I seen actors put in work only for the clout

But they ain't whipping in the hood so how they trapping out the house?

That ain't my style bitch I never been a faker

You wanna fuckin beef with me

I'll have you meet your maker

The only ones who can compete is Ye' and Mr. Rager

I been dropping so much dope I might invest in Moto Pagers

And that's real talk who you know like V

Add a H and a O yeah that's just me times three

It's my time to shine it's almost half past E

And you can't stop my drive I go hard all week

Boy you tripping I can't get on my knees

Apologize for what I'm tryna get this cheese

Only dudes I trust is myself and me

And those the same two men that I live to please

That ain't my style man

[Verse 2]

Some people open a book and follow rules to the T

Real niggas twist they fingers up and help the kids in the streets

I try and be neutral to understand the police

But why they always fucking looking for somebody to beat

Sorry I'm not Timmy T

Im a younger Huey Newt

So I throw my sign up because that book is just for you

Let my people shine we got king up in our blood

That's a young ruler pig boy watch who you calling thug

Y'all used to the lynch the homies but we still be showing love

We wanted integration and y'all gave us niggas drugs

In the words of Killer Mike "I'm glad that Reagan dead"

Reagan was the pinnacle of blacks against the feds

He lied about the weapons and we know he sent out drugs

But that don't mean shit we ain't American enough

When I was younger I wanted to protect my city

Now that a nigga wise I would never kill me

That ain't my style man

[Verse 3]

Move your hands fool go ahead and read a book

It's really not that deep you see y'all the ones that's shook

You can play the king but yous a pawn and I'm a rook

Now move to B4 or you might get your life took

Do you believe the truth even when it's hard to swallow

You gone lead the pack or that's a act too tough to follow

You gone sip ya act and find somewhere to wallow

I'm depressed too but push my death back past tomorrow

Sleeping ain't for rest that's my only escape

To be or not to be I been asking of late

Cali niggas saying Detroit sound like the Bay

How can I think outside the box when I'm trapped inside my state

My mental is something that they can't change

I just shake off the bull like Mariah and bae

I been rocking out since Gambino met Fey

I been switching flows since Ellen was gay

I been a asshole since my dad gave a damn

I can't hate the hustle that ain't my style my man