Y'all Can't Stand Right Here

Hey, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here (don't get me started)

(You know I'm stupid with it)

Passed my own crime bill

It said if you scared, go to church, you could still get killed

Life's hell

Natural life, if your lies put somebody in the cell

Ten years for trading stocks, enhancements for brokering deals

CFOs pleading out junior traders flipping

Flip you for real

Balaclava On the Judge

Gold fronts looking like Westside Gunn

That piggie squealed

Knowing he not winning on appeal

Holes in the dirt, firing squads, that's a few working-class jobs

There bе more than a few old CO's hauled in likе concentration camp guards

Oxygen tanks still shackling leg and arm

The carceral system eats its own

Post smart, dumb tweets

Not so secret police visit your home

Legal weed, but we seize any whack homegrown

Legalese is abolished

Contracts read like fuckin' Archie comics

Hey, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here

Mindin' my business

Buildin' my iron

Sittin' on his face 'til I'm inspired

Why fuck him? I'm a better writer

I'm embarrassed, he's obsessed with designer

Junglepussy and pad is more fire

Come and mess with me the way you remind me

Ain't you tired wasting bitches time?

Good luck getting me off your mind

Your love ain't never televised

With my name, I made a sacrifice

These black elite bitches blowing mind

Get a grip, put the pride aside

Everybody want this energy

But not everybody got invited

I ain't trying to be divisive

But I don't want to see no devices

Follow the flow!

Y'all can't stand right here, yeah

Follow the flow! (Yo)

No (what kinda world?)

(What kinda world?)

(What kinda world?)

(What kinda world?)

The mangoes were free (what kinda world?)

But so was the shrink (what kinda world?)

The drugs was clean (what kinda world?)

Moving slow as needed (what kinda world?)

One that we asked for (what kinda world?)

It's all been fast for (what kinda world?)

The first shall be last

Making sure I understand what I'm asking for (what kinda world?)

What kinda world?

No tax for the rest of natural black life (what kinda world?)

Between root and cross, removing one face after another (what kinda world?)

I'ma write your name down

Rain down roast of the town on the Steel Tipped Dove

Rain down on every type motherfuckers that wish they was

Bathe in the blood

Last breath, said, "Bruv"

Rain down

Rain down, buck, guest to the pain now

The six figures from my father, you son of a bitch!

Yo, Winnie Mandela in the courthouse

Black bra, white blouse

Looking over my shoulder like when I get out, I'ma knock you down

Old Winnie with the weave, my face wet

Pickaninny with the mango seed, my place a mess

I lick the plate clean, free COVID test

Stress will mutate your genes, we buy diabetic test strips

Show me not the ends without the means, useless

Guestlist only got me mezzanine, VIP is ruthless

I looked at the crowd, not the guillotine

Nibble amuse-bouche's

The queen begs and screams, much to they amusement

Living the dream, I walked out of Denny's like it was Ruth Chris

Grabbing toothpicks

The sun too heavy to rise, but the sky got a blue tint