So Far, So Good

[Verse 1] So far, e’rything right, e’rything straight Niggas be fucking with themselves Call it masturbate You only just got high, you be hella late Cause nigga, I be in the sky, I be “heaven’s gate” I’ma leader like Obama, never hiding like Osama Fuck these bitches, fuck that drama I’m determined like my mama And my father who raised me right Who gave me life And never take for granted what’s in his life I be speaking the truth Michael Baisden Ain’t got no kinda time for a baby When I’m taken, they fuck with me That’s crazy Cause they be thinking that my dick would just be amazing If you looking for me, come and witness I ain’t got nobody on my hit list So you know for sure I on’t start shit When niggas wanna throw some disses I hate when loud ain’t loud enough White boy tryna be black, y’ain’t even brown enough When you getting that money, they wanna hit you up Never gave a fuck about you, it’s conspicuous Fraudulent niggas are tryna claim that they doing shit But they ain’t really doing shit Loose focus on a goal, and you'll be losin’ bitches And put your focus on these hoes, and you'll be losing riches Oh! That’s crazy E’rybody think that they be rapping now If you ain’t rapping ‘bout no real shit Hood shit Life shit Good shit Just stop rapping now Rapping about they clothes and Rapping about they hoes Motherfuckers saying that they got money, but ain’t got nothing to show Don’t give a fuck about enemies I promise you, my nigga, they will never be the end of me ​ [Verse 2] If you tryna kick it with me, then that’s cool If you tryna be on my level, then that’s cool What I won’t accept, is some fool Thinking that they can fuck with me And thinking they won’t lose Ain’t nobody tryna rap like me tho Cause if you do You gon’ have to be a fucking torpedo Or faster than a bullet, tryna be at my speed, tho Niggas don’t even know how to rap as fast as a cheetah Runs Ain’t nobody teach me, I just got it done I on’t do music for money, I just do it for fun Don’t be saying you a killa, when you ain’t got no gun Looking for reality, so I’m on the run There’s no Illuminati, you being lied to At least not now, it was in the past, so it’s behind you Back a few hundred years ago for some scientists Where the stuff that’s common knowledge now Nobody was buying it Back then But that was then, and this is now The time where I‘ll decide what I do and just how It will be done, and how I’ll react to people Especially to those who don’t see blacks as equal The lives that we live we gotta make it better Man I swear I could talk about this shit forever I wish these snitching bitches mind they motherfucking business When I get up in this, I’ma get some scissors And cut ‘em off From my life And if it’s you that I stop talking to Don’t ask why Cause you know what the hell you do But tell me why even tho I do everything for other people When I do it for me, suddenly I’m motherfucking selfish