What's the debate?
They say I take too long when I drop, like what's the delay
Man I've got so many hits on my notepad
Bro, I could drop like a hundred a day
& I still chase slim chicks, slim waist & hips
You can see that I'm lost in my ways
Black man murk on a F1 ting
You can see I'm the king of a popular race
I ain't tryna say that I'm gangster
Hand on my heart, fam ain't ever been sucked for my chain
Try that shit where I come from
Man get a DDT & a punch in the face
God told me with a art for the clean heart
All the badmind man, I wash them away
Swear these days I'm in touch with my faith
I swear these fuck boys can't cross me
I am the one, I am the two
Hard work works man, I am the proof
I run the jungle, I am Baloo
All these washed OGs man, I can't salute
2016, why you chilling on the block for
Man this love aint enough, bro I want more
I don't want to blend in
All these lines that I put in your face, man I ain't gotta contour
Look as I write, man I think
If I wanna be the plug, then I've got live my life in the sink
Put ice in my drink
As I'm likely to grow, lords knows they're likely to shrink
Don't blame yourself
My words are the key, don't play yourself
Nobody made me, man I made myself
If nobody rates me, then I rate myself
Ayy yo Steph, can you go to the shops
Blue slim riz & a bottle of juice
Look man, I know that I said that I quit
Bro just roll me a couple zoots
Look man, I know that the journey is tough
Letting you know, that I'm struggling too
You ain't been to ends, but you're speaking for us
Now you know why we ain't watching the news
What's The Debate
What's The Debate
What's The Debate
Swear these days, I've been lost in the maze
Up in the clouds, it's a wonderful place
Written in stone man, it's must've been fate
I'll ask you again, what's the debate