Callon B - Requiem

This shit is out of my hands
Handle business like a man
Man of my word word to my fam
Family all I can trust trust in the plan
Plan to be great you say it's junk
Biting your tongue when you're facing the one
You in the way on my way to the front
I never front I'm as real as they come uh
Most of y'all faking the funk yeah
And probably all fake as fuck
Circle above like some vultures
See what you like from the culture
Take it and run uh
Seeing you spit as the next man did
I cannot lend you the zen
Or give you a drop of the drip
You would be lost in the sauce
And you can't even swim
Lend you a hand and you pulling me in
To many times I have given my trust
You get me once an won't fool me again
Most of these rappers will show you fake love
If you befriend me don't mean I'll be friendly
Don't get it twisted just because Im a hippie
I'm understanding but not so forgiving
Don't underhand me because of your envy
I hear the shit that they talking
Most of its cheaper than Maruchan ramen
Fuck all your likes and your comments
All of it's nonsense I'm about cutting that raw shit
Audience nodding and banging they're noggins
Got to go hard I have no other option
Been taking names and then cutting my losses
Eyes on me round a table of bosses yuh
This here a requiem
For all the dreamers dying due to hysteria
In this aquarium
Sink or swim with the sharks for they bury you
I am so over providing assistance
To anyone who isn't highly committed
Your image suspicious and full of pretension
I cannot help you discover the riches
This shit is out of my hands
Handle business like a man
Man of my word word to my fam
Family all I can trust trust in the plan
Plan to be great you say it's junk
Biting your tongue when you're facing the one
You in the way on my way to the front
I never front I'm as real as they come uh
I do not have time to play
Dad thought it was a phase
Mom told me never change
Few homies had faith
Old friends call me lame
Haters hoping I would break
Shaman showed me how to pray
Now I align with the sage
And I am all the new rage
New rappers know your place
Got your back run the game ay
Never follow suite follow intuition
It can get you through any transition
When you doing good devil try to hit you
With a hex trap you in a mental prison
I have been down and depressed
Damn it feel good to get that off my chest
Nothing worse than never feeling your self
Terrified of bursting out of my shell
Wicked witches steady casting them spells
Specters breaking through the veil
Sandman trying to put me to sleep
Serpent merchants trying to sell me a dream
In return want a soul to redeem
Money power maybe my self esteem
Never see me strike a deal with a demon
Just strike them down while I emcee them
Mic check break them off a Pangaea
Live and direct to the rap mausoleum

Written by:
CALLON NANNY, ISAAC SMITH

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