CTF - Produkt

So you, are you

Actually recording?

Oh

All I see is bitch ass niggas

And all of these bad

Girls with a shape

That her momma ain’t give her

Ain’t no second chances, I

Pray you understand this

I pray you take your

Time and you reconsider

You see, I’m running

And on my travels

It seems I’ve lost it all

Thoughts heavy as waterfalls

I guess it’s just

The price of fame

Still, I sit here all alone

I’m on a mission to

Control the culture

Left the kitchen but

Unplugged the toaster

My paranoia still

Ain’t find it’s closure

These spectators still

Ain’t line they close up

Now let’s be clear

Fear don’t exist here

Fuck you trying to judge me and

Your ass ain’t never sit here

Bricks all in my trunk, staties

On my ass, nigga petrified

To shift gears

Hot boy, I lived in the

Fire you fake fucks

Don’t be fooled by this

Pretty face and fade laced up

Get cute in that gritty

Blade leave you laid face up

Up close and personal, us

Bori’s like to poke shit

Menace leave you

Lennoxed on your belly

With your throat slit

You niggas buns, I’m done

Making excuses for you

You slinging crumbs

I’m a hundred bricks

And a nuisance for you

Don’t be dumb, allow me

To loose the noose up for you

I’ve walked through the fires of

Hell my feet are blistered

Youngins they will lie on their mothers

I teach the sisters

Bars breaking down on papyrus

I speak the scriptures

They scared and all sitting in

Silence don’t hear a hiccup

All I see is bitch ass niggas

And all of these bad

Girls with a shape

That her momma ain’t give her

Ain’t no second chances, I

Pray you understand this

I pray you take your

Time and you reconsider

You see, I’m running

And on my travels

It seems I’ve lost it all

Thoughts heavy as waterfalls

I guess it’s just

The price of fame

Still, I sit here all alone