The Beloved T-Rex says... (yeah)
Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with (huh)
Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with
That sound like bullshyt from out a bull mouth (yeah)
Even the tepee is a full house
Simple shelter keep you out the cold
If you hold it close together, we'll never fold
Why you lettin' the devil beat you out your soul
You don't believe in God then at least believe in odds
This house of odds is just a house of cards
Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks
We was born black but that shyt'll make you dark
Even with a handful of hearts
Mind on the club just to find a little love, my regards
Cause when your P-O-V is poverty
It's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key
Finna D-O-P-E bob and weave and the boxer boxin' free
Up out them rings like it was Rocky 3 - caught up in the game now
Look at how we came out like OLLY-OLLY-OXEN-FREE!
(That ain't why they watchin' me)
(Yeah, yeah)
Decided since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles
Instead of buildin' up a habit in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my blood pressure's incredible
Medical, yeah nikka I'm tellin' you
Covered in cars over community
Rappers influence your shootin' sprees
Turn around and publish bars like it ain't got shyt to do with me
Easy to record so ruthlessly... rich nikkas
rick ross has simple aaaa rhyme schemes lupe writing is on some next shyt imo it's abab and more complex rhyme patterns.