The Purge

[Verse 1- Selah The Corner] Hands go up when the sinner rhyme I'm numb to it a miracle if I feel the rhyme The good fight and the illa rhyme carnivorous Lyricist hear a track and I'm only hearing it's dinner time But I been eating good though 'Lot of question 'bout the direction I should go And why your verses always gotta have a hood flow Never been no profit in magnifying the hood though That's never how the Son measure Four 30 round clips on a sun dresser Gun blowing for any doe that you owe him He shooting that 120 over 80 like a blood pressure I'm putting in that wrong work I'm tryna turn killas into converts And y'all worry 'bout me selling out a concert I knew my heat never had a chance like Lebron hurt Nightmares to a lane vet A spitter who don't care about a paycheck Couple kings but we ain't in the same deck Everybody know him he don't care about the fame yet Nah for God I'm a monster Do it for my city and I do it for my genre Looking for a dirty situation we could lander God Over that Money will forever be the sponsor It never been an us and a they thing They cool wit it if you talk about the Ye thing And go ahead about the Jay and the bae thing But don't you ever get to that talkin' 'bout the gay thing Biz went to the ring about it And I stood there and I ain't say a thing about it And punches started to swing about it I realize while talking up to the King about it I got Muslim homies that do whatever's right for me It pop off they clappin' everything in sight for me But real talk man they'd prolly give they life to me Before they ever eat a BLT so homie you tell me Do he love me any less when the war hit me Cause he thinkin' that the pork on my fork filthy We don't hate 'em we wanna free 'em But they threaten to kill us for disagreeing Yeah I believin' this rap never been a sport for me And God Over Money something like a fort to me And every session lookin' like July 4th to me The OG Double R ready to pass the torch to me And so I ride with the plane and fly to the wing Even if it mean I gotta die in the end My big homie was murdered for my sins Me killing my flesh is gettin' revenge Lil' homie wassup