MACHIAVELLI

Uh, back to reclaim my throne

I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli

Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries

From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters

I’m shining hard Stanley Kubrick

We don’t live by the law

Two-time felony charge, gun-toting

Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom

Where crack hit the Chi same year as Michael Jordan

My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry

I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic

Speak my mind, I got a bad habit

Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic

I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber

Cause I un’d myself

I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off

Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross

I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage

***** *****s talking down, ****** monologue

I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all

I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted

On the limbs of your friends

Have 'em crying like Kavanaugh

Back on my bully, don’t be a matador

This ain’t no red flag

Shooters in red rags

Looters in Hermes

Mask on you, still see I’m the future

But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past

So that’s all I ask

Uh, young Machiavelli

Still alive across the belly

Lemme get it back

Lake Shore Drive with the top back

Rocking Y Project

With my ride or die bitch

***** where The Lox at

Had so many conflicts

That shit got crucial

I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu

Shit is like apartheid

If you see the South Side

No upward mobility

That got *****s paralyzed

Paper Planes snapback

Shout to Em and Ty Ty

Yeah I did a rock album

That’s cause I’m a rock star

I’m from where the moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesus

To put new 22’s on they coupe

Selling D, ducking 12

Undercovers looking for proof

I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice

A window in my reality

Two-parent household from an immigrant family

Middle-class salaries

On 47th Street by the stones

Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home

Uh, born alone, die alone it’s still Save Money

I take that to the grave with me

The game’s funny

A ***** went from robbing in the hood

To the Robin Hood of Inglewood