New Religion

Start to listen to the force in him Can't be forced to go along with something that's not him I'ma start my own religion Not some bullshit non-profit Y'all ain't saw my vision, I'm butter with it Y'all butterfingers ain't caught it After calling all attention to it Had to prove it so they don't confuse how I got it All the real profits chill with prostitutes and kill coppers Why you still talking? Only thing I'm counting is my losses Only thing that it's amounting to is more bars I need more parchment I need more ink for this feather I don't drink much, but this weather Think I might have to sleep on air for good measure I got better, I'm not ever gonna stop The pressure is my pleasure Makes me owe more precious rock, a treasure, a gem Just a gesture to buy my record Give my best effort to let you in to the facts Since before I brought back the fitted cap didn't cap Why I feel disrespect when they don't give me daps When they pass used to get to me But now it gives me laughs 'Cause they rejected me and now they kiss my ass We don't gotta get into that stuff Ball out, all out, stunt Do what you want (like they care) Who's to tell you what is what? I had to tell ya sometimes the facts Could come back and tell ya Could derail ya Stab you in the back and pale ya Had to be picky pad When you feed these chickies facts Leave the babies mad in their bags I ain't hearing that Are you serious? Been in that Since I could remember in the bag Version of the bag Say I never sent it Now I'm in my Birkin Drop a couple stacks Purchase what I wanted Pop a couple tags Yeah I worked for that Now I'm a stunner in it Hash my blunt in it Hardly wanted it Done with it After I wipe my cum with it Everything comes to an end And starts again for some of my friends Just good riddance Put my trust in them and to the good Christians I'm a bad Catholic on a good mission Spastic but give a good listen But your standards don't expect me to just get along with it I couldn't adhere In one out the other ear Couldn't see linear It was all jumbled Wasn't jargon for what I thought, what I wondered Wasn't on the chart (tell them what you want) Uh, what I was involved in wasn't taught We don't gotta get into that stuff Ball out, all out, stunt Do what you want (like they care) Who's to tell you what is what? Staying savvy From when they birthed me to my grave dirty After gettin' made purty by the mortician What's the cost of what they call tradition? Can't convert me Ain't gon' be working straight laced in my late 30s With a fake purpose, some company made for me Come on, come for me, can't turn me You, me came in the game early Was a youth, stains on my shirt when I still came early One thing I can't do is cave, let the game Indie, mainstream, side thing, or main girly Take my one earthly possession, my discretion My obsession with seeing something beyond the lenses With finding something beyond the lessons Taught by the clergy or the reverends Even agnostics caught in it, locked in Their religion, the system that they was tossed in I've been tossed in sorts, different type of locked in Since I dropped in, not talking Tony Hawk shit Different type of dropped in, talking 'bout the site for the top shit Matter of fact, talking Tony Hawk shit Take my name, make a profit off it Talking bullshit, graduate the mall markets See beyond it, concepts, king is conspic Conquest, I'm taking all this But let you rock with what you got on to the next Plot to spread thoughts, progress It's all part of the process On your mark, set, go, start walking Long road to run, mountain tops, marshes But when you come close, start jogging See a light through the darkness Parts but waters waiting across the arches Need to make an offering Before you make your final crossing