Theme For The People

Yeah

This a new generation
Switch up the style, I'm regeneratin'
I be talkin' to God when I'm hearin' Satan
I'm a black man, but pass like I'm Michael Payton

Why you think I made everybody?
It's a statement, a way of life
Black is beautiful but today, in this day and age
A crooked cop will take away your life

Come now, that shit ain't no way of life
Know some people make music but I make a statement
And use it when people feel like they gon' lose it, yeah
Why the fuck do you think when it comes to an album

I'm dropping like two a year?
Hold up, let me break down what I'm doing here
I get introspective on a record with a message deep in the lyrics
But after a while, that shit get depressing, they don't wanna hear it

They just wanna turn up, so that's when I come back
On that Bobby Tarantino, counting money, sipping vino shit
It's how we stay relevant to the young
You know, I'd rather be rapping on bricks

But whatever it takes to get to the young
I ain't mad at the fact when I rap over 808's with the hat
It make me millions
Peep the brilliance like, uh

I grew up on Biggie and GZA, but Roddy was bumping that future and thug
Give a fuck how you came up
I run up like ten out of ten just to show you some love
Man, as long as you rapping and killing shit

Fuck a car, black man own the dealership
Fuck a record label, fuck a dealer shit
Keep killing shit, keep
At the crib watching Bebop

Writing rhymes in my book, and I'm bumping that heat rock
Shit smoother than Pete Rock
I can't fuck with my phone, need to detox
So I pick up the Glock like I'm John Wick
Yes, I'm in it for life like a convict
When I switch up the style, wonder who this
No ceilings like Wayne in '09, bitch, I'm roofless