Samson

I don't owe you shit
Blow some smoke of that marijuana spliff in
Your face and tell you that I'm communist
Never in your lifetime you've met a nigga like I
True and living, who are you without that Wi-Fi?
Better fly high
Now Bingy leash the words
Mix it up with that 808 and make prophecies work

Skrrt, uh-uh, never me
George Jackson if you ask about his fucking legacy
So it be, I mean, I mean, amen

For the AM, head on feel like caveman, damn
Stay rude, stay rebel
Fuck being a puppet, stay cool, stay special
Let go

The rejected ones now the cornerstone
I call 9-7-4-2-4 in New Orleans home
Buffalo soldier with a face mask on a black horse
Seven thick locks and a mic, they call him Rap God
Yes Lord, that's art
Like Samson from the Bible, nigga, that part