Cordae - Jean-Michel

Yeah, uh Brink of extinction, hell-bent on survival This life's a continuous cycle Consider this a venomous haiku This ain't a verse, nigga And I done dealt with the worst niggas The type to steal your shit and search with ya Nothing ordinary I been having vivid dreams, them shits is more than scary Graveyards or mortuaries Haunted by these goals that I'm tryna accomplish Underrated, over-hated, I'm tired of the nonsense Things I've could've done better, it lies in my conscience And I'll never forget it, I'm my worst critic Such a overthinker, I'm so self-reflective God willing, these parables go and sell some records Politicians out here lying, tryna sell a message Ten thousand hours, penmanship is well-perfected Uh, I'm just tryna get my point across And on my mama, I will die for the right cause Mmm, 'cause what's life without sacrifice? And you just wasting talent if you never strategize Stared death in the face with the saddest eyes Taking risks, situations getting magnified What's your ideal way of demise? The price of fame costs your life, but staying alive was more important Uh, death is the greatest surprise I see the hate in your eyes I saw potential at first, grew a resentment for Earth You lust for power too much And it's getting worse The more you get, the more that you'll desire, can't quench your thirst Of a conqueror, ask Alex, ask Christopher Seven figure checks, they require my signature Drive-by shootings, homicides are vehicular Now fuck your art critic, can't decide what my picture's worth I just know that it's painted well Your favorite artist first priority is gaining wealth Mmm, sprinkle holy water on a tainted cell My brother asked me how the fuck can he maintain in Hell Mmm, that's another story for a different day He just told me, "Don't switch your ways," nigga