Different Scales

Yeah
 In pole position, had to strip it down
 Was rarely fucking with the vision, they was feeding me the bread
 Well come eleven and the water only trickle down
 Needed pumpernickel, wasn't fucking with the fickle minds
 This shit would get bumpy over time if we pickle beets
 They just want the hooks, got me out here fighting sickle cell
 Niggas sound like crooks in front of cameras, I hear crickets now
 Have some art commissioned more than living off the ticket sales
 You for the 'Gram, we weighing this shit on different scales
 No picket fence, I know we grew up on different streets
 It woke me up, I know it's way more niggas counting sheep
 Bouncing checks, tryna slide off the counterfeit
 They hella foul, niggas out here playing county ball
 Still bounty Saul, shame they'll never win a Golden Globe
 Some niggas only taking naps, some niggas comatose
 You get 'em fired, you find out some niggas Omaros
 Yeah, Sosa been call this shit here the zoo
 Multiple elephants in the room, ain't nothing new
 Poachers done settled in, they using sedatives, too
 I'm still preaching the same element
 Exploring business ventures with my fellowship
 Eliminated the light bulbs with no filament
 You ain't in my circle if we not intimate on some level
 Got dumbbells on my shoulders, I folded
 Drinking Folgers these days, I talk the water 'til my clothes is moldy
 Bodie Broadus if came down to the wire, niggas couldn't hold me
 They always talk the old you, them niggas never know me
 I never owe nobody nothing but John
 Who cutting onions? These days I'm all about cutting the line
 Cutting through the bullshit, my nigga, it's nothing to shine
 It's nothing to stunt, it's nothing to rhyme
 You elevating minds or you fucking the blind and ducking the smoke?
 Sup with the swine but wanna be goat, you really just sheep
 You wanna be woke, you really just sleep-
 Walked in front of me, man, what are these jokes?
 Rich in spirit, I won' t hear it if you cunning me, bro
 Tried to pass these hoes the joint, they didn't want any smoke
 I wanna be blunt, when I spit out the truth
 They want me to choke, they want me to front
 Ruffle feathers and they'll want me to ghost
 Crumble concentrates, I'm rolling for real
 Sand trapping, I won't shorten my stroke