The Passing
They ask me Choice how you living?
I answer good my nigga.
Everything is happening the way it should my nigga.
Rappers think that they can take me, don't think you could my nigga.
Don't get splintered tryna bark up the wrong tree my nigga.
What happens when I'm gone?
I wonder what they'll say about me.
Will they move on quick, or will they sit and think about me?
I contemplate my fate while those that catch my shows, surround me.
Can't feel the hate just only love from all of those around me.
But getting too comfy might get you killed.
Not only physical.
I'm talking bout something more than the biblical.
Those that are kin to you might just see a drop in residuals, then they'll reveal to you that they love is truly conditional.
Some people crave the love.
It's just like a drug, it's medicinal.
Some people in my circle might hate these words that I'm spitting you.
The real ones show respect.
The others ridicule.
Cuz they can't handle the truth, and nigga that's all I'm giving you.
People ask why have I not been put on?
I answer back, I heard they only pay respects when you gone.
So that means they gone drop a tear when they be playing my songs and holla...
Some people ask if I'm love with it still?
I answer if I walk away, don't mean I quit or I failed.
You can meet me up in heaven, when I'm done raising hell and I won't...
I'm just here to set a precedent like constitutions.
I'd like to thank all of my haters, for your contributions.
Cuz anytime I get to abuse all the music I do it, a rhyming nuisance a problem, and they can't find solutions.
Under pressure, I won't fold like a futon.
Fuel up the rocket, I gotta blast like Jimmy neutron.
The same girls that didn't fall for my nuance.
Now trying give me head, and take it off like coupons.
She only down cuz I been deep in my bag jack.
Been spitting mad facts over any beat I can grab at.
Remember back back, used to be the one that they laughed at.
Dare a nigga to test me.
You cannot fuck with this lab rat.
For all of those that try to copy, wanna top me?
Bet.
I know your goals, them hoes is empty like a hockey net.
I shoot my shot, that shit go wet, just like some sloppy neck.
So stop me when I'm telling lies, but nigga they ain't stop me yet.
People ask why have I not been put on?
I answer back, I heard they only pay respects when you gone.
So that means they gone drop a tear when they be playing my songs and holla...
Some people ask if I'm love with it still?
I answer if I walk away, don't mean I quit or I failed.
You can meet me up in heaven, when I'm done raising hell and I won't...