I'm tryna be undefeated Gotta get in the circle We in the matrix This that spirit I'm bout to rip this bit They gone hate me cause I'm conscious I'm that nonsense Raising hell He must be God sent But where's the fine print The fine print been lost for days bitch I lost my ways Them pages would've saved us But now we hate us **** it up and he may sin again Hold on what's the sin Its he skin So he may flash out He want cash now He the cash cow They mad now So they 9 out And my 9 out That dream shit Have you ever seen a martin Playing Luther with his Jesus pieces We in pieces Go get your mama Say she need this She on her knees shit She say Allah my son in pieces Tryna be Jesus He doesn't need this Hold on what's the issue Its his tissue He the shit again Didn't see the black coming Too late cause you let em Turns out that he's black sin But he dont have the time to sin He always tryna get it in So turn me cause They won't blast me Its everlasting I got that shit that make Shss Wanna Pass me Shss They must have heard me On the last beat Cause they dont ask me They must have found out That conscious Im on they ass G Aye Tic tic tic Turn me up They wont hear me cause Cause they found out that Im conscious Im on that nonsense Raising hell He must be God sent But wheres the find print The find print been lost For days bitch I lost my ways Them pages wouldve Saved us but Now we hate us **** it and he may sin again Hold on whats the sin Its his hair and he dont care again That shit gone help him win again It keep his head up in the cosmos Where only God knows All the answers to this bullshit You know that he knows If you listen He gone point out all Them ****ing zeros That you listen too So you dont fall into Them pothole Or them knot hoes That be talking all that bullshit Cause we hood rich But it's JaydaKing bitch You know I want that gold shit Tell a hater to hold this His conscious You know that We be we be We be on that ****ing nonsense I'm on they conscious I'm great as hell He must be God sent But where's the fine print The fine print been lost For days bitch I lost my ways bitch Them pages would've saved But now they hate us I told ya I thought I told ya