Lyrics Aquarius - Napoleon Da Legend

Nothing's sacred in
This day and age
Bunch of plagues returning
Bunch of rappers spitting mayonnaise
The planet's getting hotter
While the poor is getting slaughtered
Muslims taking shots of whiskey
After their Shahada
Christians robbing each other
It's a religious war
Devoted Buddhists
Not even meditating anymore
Who's at fault
When the fault lines crack?
Chalk lines arguments
Get cut short like that
Coats getting pulled
While execs getting paid in full
Had to get a job
Thinking maybe should have stayed in school
That chick left your heart broken
You tried to play it cool
Now your ass wilding out
Compensating for your womb
Ain't no winning
Having conversations with a fool
How you expect to win a game
When they be making all the rules
How do you expect them to feel shame
When they shaped him as a tool
How you expect us to unite
When the races are in feuds
Spoiled rotten and stubborn
How you expect him to change his views
Totally marginalized
Until his face hits the news
Some patiently paying dues
With little to show for
Many shots taken
Still sporting a low score
Saying fuck it on the road
Hitting a hoe raw
Showing up at the ballot
With no one to vote for
Bills piling up
And they're starting to snowball
Loose ends come back
To bite ya like Franklin in Snowfall
Driving down the lane hacked
And getting a no-call
Been there before
And I'm not gonna hold yall
Them so-called real niggas
Often so soft
Introspective motherfuckers
Like me be closed off
The lone star
They gonna try to clone Paul
It's the roll call
The bus left you behind and drove off
Living in a bubble
Of this American folklore
Coming with full force
Killer instincts like Fulgore
Hitting shots from full court
Never touching pulled pork
If your aux don't play the shit
Yo my dudes will pull cords
Show up at court
Confident like Better Call Saul
Ghostwriter for these rappers
Yo these metaphors cost
Never floss false
We show off and wash the floor
With competition
Deal the final blow and dose off
Entrance roped off
Everything I wrote raw
At the telly knocking
Shorty greeted me with no drawers
Taking no shorts
Chicken wings and no frogs
Bogard the chessboard
Rooks knock em both off
Wendy's drive-thru
Shorty gave me drinks with no straws
Had to drive back around
She gave me some more sauce
They took shortcuts
Now they whole career all stuck
City hopping
Got a nigga shopping for a cut
Even though I'm bald
Making moves you waiting for a call
Like a 3 pointer from Shaq
Yo my shit a never fall