Let’s get to choppin his fable
You’re a fake new Tupac and we’re fatal
But you’re a gay who’s really a softy Starbucks coffee’s mocha sends bagels
I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable
Man shyt, but since we couldn’t get your pops at the table
If you’re able, please tell em that hand that rules the world
That’s the on that’s finna rock your cradle, nikka
If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round
I’m guessin now, subconsciously, possibly, you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around
You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child
I’m bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the wedding gown
All I’m sayin is y’all married, yo
The scenario, same def and style but why are your expressions foul?
I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down… low,
Like “yo, like, that was wild”
But that’s funny, ‘cause I’m a little skepti-Cal
Had my peoples investigate you pal
Instagram for you Calicoe fans that have yet to browse
July 17th, 8:40 PM, you posted up
Aw nikka, you know what’s up, we kept the file
You’ve got some explainin to do, can we address the crowd?
Exhibit A
So that’s how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild?
Well we ain’t judgin though, you ain’t on trial
My beloved T-Rex says “Grown man bars is something you got to deal with”
So all of that collaborated, fabricated; it ain’t gon equal up to this real shyt
Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide
Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide
I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I
Don’t want you to hang your eye
Not for a second lil nikka, catch it, brace your vibe
Be froze, for death is cold
I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide
Bring me mine, nikka, now I don’t wanna break this bond
I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you
For the nights she didn’t write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine
I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind
How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride
You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride
I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude and you know it’s real good he gave you pride
Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine
That’s why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don’t take the time
You know what I think is fukked up? I think it’s real fukked up when those people gave him all that time
You wanna know what’s even more fukked up?
It’s for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five
That’s why I’m angry guy, ‘cause he didn’t take the steps
Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain’t your size
They say don’t whine over spilled milk but what’s a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin?
Oh he say shyt like, “You know, it costs to be the boss”
What, he too good for a payin job?
What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent
Why was that nikka to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies
But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y’all plate to dine
You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y’all greater lives?
When God gave him drive?
And that Big Meech backup singin ass nikka left your mom out here alone for the latest ride?
That don’t plague your mind? Them mistakes ain’t gods?
And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine?
Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin
Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nikka
Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines
Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs
Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive
But youngin’, I’m tryin to save you from your demise
You said it yourself, “my pops was a real nikka,” youngin that ain’t no lie
He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side
To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive
But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this
Would you kill the world to save yourself, nikka? Yeah I do think that was wise
Somethin to think about the next time y’all thuggin, drinkin and druggin
Hard liquor, y’all full of killers, remember
I tried to give him the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter?
Shoot her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner?
Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order?
Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh?
But I’m just tryna give you the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey
Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong
To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God’s army, or them Garveyites
Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner
Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of
But then he got murdered
You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nikka
I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed
You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life
You either gon build or destroy
And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it’s no wonder you talk all that young shyt
You a little boy that don’t get the large picture
Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nikka
Look at me, king, look at me
He was so lost – you lost, nikka
Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN
You’re supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent
They told me, I said stop lyin, y’all hype em
You in the crib with pissed alligators and shyt
Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted
Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture
“These Detroit nikkas still cockfighting”
thats tyler not sure what track tho
