[Chorus]
I use my anger to motivate
Is it a cult or is it culture I cultivate? (Over)
You can never have your story straight
Your story's fake, my story ain't even when it's...
Over...
Over...
Over...
Over...
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[Verse 1]
Seemingly hard-headed
I've seen better days, I even got the star shell-less
The large weapons, these bitches are often far-fetching
Writing more songs to watch my therapist start stressing
What a stress reliever
This ain't calm weather, so whether or not it's hot
Catch me in a large sweater
Pockets full of demons
Got shoulders with no heaven
There's no angels in flight and no savior in sight
And no matter the season, my flavor is always right
Like the heat in the summer and like the winter with ice
Common knowledge, I knock 'em
Where their skin is a costume
Where his face is a mask
Where his feet like some long boots
And niggas talking wild a lot
They got their jaw loose
He was lost and never found, that's all his mom knew
The best babysitter on pouring gas in a bottle
Gassing over the beat like I'm pouring gas in a Tahoe
Always playing my role, but never a role model
Model roles after me and all you're seeing is potholes
And holes full of pot
Usually it's a bong to my name is in their mouth
Usually it's my boss too
Look at the stages that I evolved through
It's all true, I get him involved to take the fall too
A little white lie versus the black truth
I'm seeing through your mask, you seemingly have some cracks too
[Chorus]
I use my anger to motivate
Is it a cult or is it culture I cultivate? (Over)
You can never have your story straight
Your story's fake, my story ain't even when it's...
Over...
Over...
Over...
Over...
[Verse 2]
Juvon, please carry on
Smoking Donzel pack, my eyes looking like Sharingan
Eyes red like Black Dragons, I summon on Yu-Gi in your hoe
I'm getting my inner Pharaoh on
Go compare the height
This ain't the fairest fight
Juvon hot-headed, it doesn't matter if Fahrenheit
Or degrees of intelligence
Is my letter right or should I write letters in dead space to give it life?
Dead space, I guess you could say I'm dead inside
A nutcase, open the case to find his head inside
Asking if you're ready or not like it's a chance to hide
Told Jesus don't take the wheel 'cause he just drank the wine
Hell yeah, we swerving about to wreck the ride
This the last supper 'cause all that was served was cyanide
Depicting the scene and it's dramatized
I'm gonna go for mine and do it until they know my time
Over...
[Chorus]
I use my anger to motivate
Is it a cult or is it culture I cultivate? (Over)
You can never have your story straight
Your story's fake, my story ain't even when it's...
Over...
Over...
Over...
Over...