Burglar Bars

As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago

As I gazed into his face

I felt that I was in the presence of royalty

There's a certain power presence that he gives off

I tried to be, everything you want and need

'Cause you got a deep title don't mean that you deep

Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak

About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit

And I've been lit ever since I sold nicks

Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale

That's my apparatus

I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers

This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic

Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric

I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney

I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley

This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me

Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony

My girl anti-bony and she get that money

I bought all this shit, don't go acting anti on me

It's Mr. Epps in the bank

I give a F what you think

I bought a Tesla today

There's nothing left in your tank

I did everything except a fucking song with Jay

But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye

See my verses are better and my subject is realer

See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer

And their son is that nigga

I'm no Black activist

I'm a Black millionaire

Give you my Black ass to kiss

We used the tree for a fence

I used to land in the trench

Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp

Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp

I coulda went to the league

I took it straight to the rim

I took it straight to the block

I got Xans in my sock

I got plans for the pot

I got bands, you do not, huh

Yeah, you a miracle

Right now, if you hear this, you're a miracle

I want you to know that

If you're able to hear this right now

You are a miracle. Straight up, no kapp

I'm more Gucci than Vans

Give you a Gucci advance

This the chance of your life

You ain't prepared for your life

See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick

Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens

Phone number unlisted

Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance

She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching

I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

I'm telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky

You don't just bump into me

I'm a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

You know the times is rough

You know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors

So we got burglar bars

You know the times is rough

You know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors

So we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay

You know the times is rough

You know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors

So we got burglar bars

You know the times is rough

You know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors

So we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord knows

Woke up today, gave thanks

Grateful to see another day, then the storm came

As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears

Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall

One day

Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

That soulful trap music, man

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Section 8

I'm talkin' 'bout the 'partments

You know what I'm saying

You stay in the middle

Someone stay on top of you

Someone stay below you

What you know about grabbing a broom

And shit then. You know what I'm saying

And hitting upstairs like

Y'all stop, y'all stop fucking stomping

Y'all stop walking so mothafuckin' hard

And then the people downstairs

They doing the same shit to us

Tru, trill shit