Gracious [Prod. Stoic]

Lyrics:

[Verse]

I ain't screaming "Fuck the odds" if I'm lucky, only really trusting God if it's money. Thrust into the spot with a gun he needed to bang, showing fangs but for many that's the reason he sang. We pleaded with pain that it would end, steep and abstain from ever meeting a friend. I look left and right and see nothing, step into the night keep running. Bluffing on a sunny day just to get the shade, with the pain he engraves I don't think he's ever safe. Stay where you wouldn't be welcome, every eye evil you can bet that I felt 'em. Help 'em but only in return, own your worth doesn't mean erode the earth. Flirt with death I'm really after something serious, fear and it's effects really making things clearest. It's hard to get a grasp when you're out of the box, couldn't tell if it's talent or talons in flocks. Copy cats scatting out a single I only hear a siren's song, I only trust a rapper on some "I was wrong." One lie and you're gone I get it not the most upstanding, branding isn't honest gone is trust I can't bring. Myself to still die alone in my dreams, still gripping on your hand for a moment or three. You can check my likes I'm phony popular, I could never be the type to own binoculars. I'm too worried about the here and now, if you ain't talking money I ain't really tryna hear you out. I bet a younger me would punch me for that, in fact he'd probably run in with a gun in his lap. On some "eat the rich" send me to deep abyss, bullets are for bitches all I need is a fist. I spit those gravitas monologues real talk sauna songs, cocktails is molotov stomping out and au revoir. Y'all too busy pocket watching to be rocket launching, popping flopping only thing we got in common: stocks and watches. Don't sing songs just spit bars I'm far from under pressure, the biggest cat to kick a rap he think he's Large Professor. He think he notorious the rudest rappers always glorious, his gift of gab gripped a gat getting godly with the goriest. The story is mostly fiction innit, when I drive by better get your windows tinted. Symbols lifted from places you've never been, nameless faces we don't pay shit they basically let us in. My tactics lean guerrilla fill a body up with clips, said you wanna talk to God well shit it's probably up to him. I'm too godly with the pen explains the name a little bit, I been Ali since a jit think it's obvious we win.