Rebel At His True Best

[RALI: Verse 1] You ever felt like every time that you get up out seat, people watching you? Think they hate your guts, but they never even talked to you? Seen who you used to be? Know who you became? You're feeling close to fame, but you're so far away Look in the sky, like a scientist; blind as shit Searching for the answers to my questions, hope I find them quick Why is it? Everywhere I go, I gotta pay a different toll For every debt that I acquire, with a fine tip pen And a light skin girl, with some nice lips Thick ass, nice hips, slim waist, cute face, nice tits Mean walk; thinking she a queen, but the shit ain't what it seem So she try to hold on to nigga, like some vise-grips? But still, I eat the shit that's on my plate Niggas really love me, but in public, they just love to hate; Behind closed doors - same dudes same pressing play on my shit Tryna ride on my dick So I just tell them dudes They can get up off my dick, before they get pregnant Cause these niggas love to talk, then they switch subject Like, "Did you hear that nigga Sheed? I heard he weak." Faking like they hit delete, while them niggas hit repeat See, wolves run in packs, and bitches run in fleets What them bitches don't know, have them jumping out they seats I guess their thinking in the back of their mind, I shouldn't be able to fly: Aerodynamics of Bee Flight So they just hate me when they see flight Gritting their teeth like, it's a piece of meat stuck in their teeth I branched out; these niggas been leaf-like; wreath-like Seasonal, feasible, meat sliced But I'm rare like a over-done ham, in a mosque in Arabia God's in the making here, and I ain't gotta fake it If I'm lying, let God strike me down while I'm saying this I'm probably the most intelligent mind in your radius Never been babied Never been baby-ish Got up on my grown man Niggas acting lady-ish False hope? Lost dreams? Big cars? Big screen? Man that shit ain't what it seem, so I just sit back and breathe... Can I breathe? (Man... I just want to breathe man... Baby, get me some water... Thank you.) [RALI: Verse 2] Where did I end? Or, where should I begin? As I sin, and I bleed from the ink my pen And I think that my friends are my enemies; My enemies depend on my shit, like diapers I spit like vipers; venomous Snake denim jeans Nigga please... I been bigger While you little niggas Pretend to squeeze triggers Corporate thugs whisper sweet nothings in your ear And you dig it like a bitch! Now you think that you legit? How you know you ain't been fooled yet? All that ice on your chain, you think you cool man? These niggas pussy, boy they wetter than a pool man Damn... I'm in the kitchen with the candlestick You still ain't got the clue yet! Haters are so fake dog Nigga, you ain't me So how you gon hate When you ain't even paid your dues yet? I get these niggas excited; I'm like a new check Cause they only get to see greatness once in a blue moon Who knew? That swag shit washed up like shampoo P.U. - Cause I shit in the booth, when I spit in the booth... Shit in the booth I spit in the booth like I'm missing a tooth... I got these niggas aloof You missing the point, cause I'm spitting the truth RALI baby...