98

As the days go by, I sit at home to cry

I see the flyers fly, dawg was left to die

Underground stayed there, as if y'all were unaware

You seem to trust these millionaires and then become corrupt with false compare

Like you never even knew the man, you just tossed him in the frying pan

You overlooked his talent and over-analyzed what was meant to last

Like I see these birds fly, pimped and damn, y'all wanna say they've all turned bad

Oh wait, I meant a butterfly, 'cause dawg they even smaller than

But y'all gotta see the light, you know Tom Robinson was shot, the man was innocent, that's all they got is guns to stop a problem like they weak and stupid ign'ant asses

Police brutality is facist

Only real rapper in this gen is K-Dot but then we need a balance

They say they all want 8 more than 92, the game

And dawg, I fuck with Drizzy Drake

He reps my city, made it safe, gave the 6 a solid name

So who's to blame, I bump to fame, he's humble and still kills the fakes

I just think that I'm 98, I'm real, know better that I'm younger, alls I need's a 2, one number

Y'all just gotta keep it sane, The Weeknd, damn, thank god for Drake

Like OVOXO, dawg Toronto's on that New York East side flow

And I know we gotta infuse our souls

Like Troubadour man's reinventing though

But dawg, I fear for him and those around

Dawg's the man still underground

He's the one that's on the flyers, he's the one that must get higher

I'm just in it temporary

Fillin' in 'cause I'm done wit 'em contemporaries

Fields Forever, I'm happy like I'm on Strawberries

Don't do drugs, yo I'm all about the grind and come

Ha, yo that's a double-entendre, they said I was good at French

but truthfully I never even done a lip lock

And dawg

You know I'm young, but, shit my time's on the horizon

I got peeps tellin' me I gotta move to a island and buy it

But it ain't all about dat pot a gold, are rainbows even real?

Man, they saw it's just white light split up and now that's the colour we all feel

And I just love the feels cause dawg that shit come everytime it rain

And when it rain I get depressed, like fuck, I got these rappers on they deathbeds

Fans become addicted to my flow like they meth heads

Yo, call up Walter White, we both just trying to stay alive

'Cause there were times in life when suicide seemed viable and I would try

That monoxide.

But Im glad that I recovered and I got all of my brothers

And these sisters gotta call 'me up, they bringing my religion up

Dawg, I'm all up in that bio, to just call me Darwin's side job

But I would never disrespect her cause Dawg that's realest

Put in effort, like 98

And I ain't sorry for killing all these fakes