no1:
move it now or lose it
oh You ain’t really into choosing
maybe a bit concerned
bet You won’t miss no turns
Maybe i’m stupid
‘cause if it's just it's just not human
this i’ve known but i’ll never learn
scars You won’t ever earn

start to the finish
hard in the fucking paint
marvel and witness
pardon Me
like a white collar offender
bomb dark people
white God’ll forgive us
see Him learned His lesson
I sorry
gonna still wield Smith and Wesson
Mike Lawry
gonna deal pills to the guests at My party
guess I might jump on somebody’s wave

The way it blows, way I go
might be swayed a few inches
if I knew what y'all knew
I know I wouldn't admit it
I see some cause for concern
But I’m too cautious to pivot
And if they call in a session
Then We’ll just call it all a gimmick
on My missionary I will never pick a position
By bedside light I unwind
with Barry Weiss’s opinions
While everybody’s offended
I’m just steady riding on somebody wave

LVD:
Standin’ on my white picket fence
Lookin at both sides
a-la-cartin’ that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y’all gonna see it’s a happy medium
I fuck wit you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck with this
I’m fuckin’ blissed
I’m fuckin’ pissed

no1:
When it’s My turn to speak
I’ll represent not who I said I would but learned to be
yeah I gotta rake them dollars in and curve the weak
yeah You gotta break some promises to earn Ya keep
Imma burst bubbles
do this cursory
all the broke people
shout and curse at Me
riding waves on a pirate ship
it’s not a nursery
setting bridges on fire
let ‘em burn in the third degree

So while y’all stuck in the trap
I’m eating good off yo prisons
I’m heeding none of what you ask
you cannot fuck with the system
only fuckin with them cats
If I can bring the 'aclysms
Better spell my name with a capital
shit I got enough isms
Damn y’all got enough rhythm
To give Our culture some taste
but if We don’t like, redefine it, so that guilt is all erased
call it critical race
forever riding on somebody wave

LVD:
Standin’ on my white picket fence
Lookin at both sides
a-la-cartin’ that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y’all gonna see it’s a happy medium
I fuck wit you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck with this
I’m fuckin’ blissed
I’m fuckin’ pissed

When it's My turn
To speak from high upon the stage
I'll mince My words
We want the shine but not the change

Scuare:
Up And away
Move on so fast I’m not okay
I feel so different every day
Can’t break me down I just replay
Look
Look
I got no reason to be in this I got everything wrong
I feel like everybody runnin but we never been lost
I tell you nothing really matters
You can climb out and jump
I tell you nothing really matters
you can live how you want
You give it away, not given a fuck
I’m building this up. My feelings been what
Not feeling enough
I’m better off lost
Not feeling this front
Ya’ll colder than I could ever
Stay
My vision blurred
It's not the same
Move on so fast im not okay
I feel so awful everyday
Yea I just mix it with indifference now
I got nothing figured out
But i don’t plug in digits
I got past the fucking figures now

LVD:
Standin’ on my white picket fence
Lookin at both sides
a-la-cartin’ that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y’all gonna see it’s a happy medium
I fuck wit you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck with this
I’m fuckin’ blissed
I’m fuckin’ pissed

LVD:
Sitting on my white picket fence tryna think
What’s the differences between you and me
Is it simply just the kool aid we drink
Are we sippin; are we trippin’ (yeah)

Did we put the right thing in the west wing
Niggas flip floppin’ like a chancla
Something don’t smell right
Break out the binaca
I ain’t sayin’ it’s shit
But it smell like some ca-ca
And what we gonna do-do (do-do)
These niggas do the same shit
We actin’ all new-new (new-new new-new)
It been like this (yeah)