25th Hour

So how you make it surrounded by niggas who hate to love you? (Damn)
You gotta be strong, takes brawn to break
The bubble, shake the rubble (Shake it)
You not status quo, they say you trouble, save your puzzles
Place your bets on me, let's make it double
Play with Duffle (Uh-huh), just know what you dealin' with

'Cause God just dealt you a bad hand
And you know that he hate to shuffle
Made the hustle, so what's this about, player?
You real or a clout chaser? You in or you out, player?
Not into idle threats, watch what you say out your mouth, hater
I wish a nigga would, but what's livin' without prayer? I outweigh ya

Save all your spinnin'-the-block talk (Save it)
'Cause look, if you come to one of my homes
Catch a bullet runnin' that route, player

Ooh, I turn this shit into Al-Qaeda
Brains gone, you're a computer runnin' without data (Bah!)
These niggas rappin' but without layers (Yeah)
I'm a undiscovered L. Ron Hubbard but only hell I covet
Coke in the cabinet, you smell my cupboards

It's all in my DNA 'cause in my cell, I suffered (Damn)
Yeah, I used to take my mama saw grinder
That she took from a small diner, made it all finer
Bought a vice grip then put the press on that white bitch
Compress that into a tight brick, chopped it, and stepped back (Woo!)
Yeah, a couple things I failed to mention too
I grew up in the struggle, I had to be unconventional

I was on the lam understand for that money and the power
On the twenty-fifth hour
Spent a couple grand on some grams tryna get rid of this powder
On my twenty-fifth hour
Ham in my trousers, lookin' for the cowards
They killed my lil' bro, it's time they pushin' up flowers
The twenty-fifth hour

Yeah, and when it come to façades (Uh-huh)
I seen 'em all 'cause ain't nothin' new that's under the stars (Never)
I sold dope in church, yeah, I did it in front of God
'Cause a nigga think that he blessed
Only when some money's involved (Haha)

I came with the Desert, that's if you want a mirage (Okay)
The pain is embedded, that's when they want you to starve
Like a body hung on the cross (Uh-huh), I'm God-like
Aim kind of funny but so is Cartwright's
Hit a nigga from far sight (Bah!)
Order my merch and get your card right
This from a nigga that had a hard life
Sleepin' under a park light (Let's go)
That shit cut deeper than a sharp knife (Uh-huh)
A descendant of a slave, so now I'm whippin' that soft white

I was on the lam understand for that money and the power
On the twenty-fifth hour
Spent a couple grand on some grams tryna get rid of this powder
On my twenty-fifth hour
Ham in my trousers, lookin' for the cowards
They killed my lil' bro, it's time they pushin' up flowers
The twenty-fifth hour

There's nothing I can do, nothing I can do
Get me the fucking money
How?
Some other way
What way?
Shh, lower your fucking voice

Don't lower my voice
Lower your fucking voice
You cocksucking
Don't call me a cocksucker
Fuck you
Don't you fucking dare

Look, you're here for fraud
You stole money
I stole money?
Yeah, "I stole money," okay fine in a different way but still

I want what I'm fucking owed