48 Laws - Omen, Donnie Trumpet, Dreamville

I’m off the clock, permanently calling shots like Dick Vitale

Shake up the world for sure, no Richter Scale

Blindfold the truth from youth, I lift the veil

Please don’t fuck with me

Living the dream, secretly I’m seeing the things you see on the screen

Recently I fiend for weed, I need it to dream

Niggas ain’t paid their dues — I need receipts

Please don’t fuck with me

I been through weathering storms, torrential rain

My penmanship just pencils instant pain

Came from 9-to-5's, afraid to fly

Till I earn my wings and now they wave goodbye

Took me thirty years just to get it started

Long as the tombstone says artist

Dreamville the '96 Bulls

Taking all y’all power breaking 48 Laws

How 'bout it?

I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga

How 'bout it?

I made it through hell while blocked from heaven my nigga

How 'bout it?

I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga

How 'bout it?

How 'bout it?

Hot rod, ride by, slow down the block

Shots fired, drive-by — Lord will it stop?

Cowards on the news think that cowardice is gritty

Bullets whizzing by me every time I’m in the city

Kill me, rob me, take my gems and jewels

And paint my schools with Jesus Christ as white

Then lock my father up for life

Institutionalize my rights, then hide my plight from sight

That’s trickery, steal our swag, that’s mimicry

I am original man, empirically

Chi City heart, I’m just being honest

Born poet, nigga fuck a song here’s a sonnet

How 'bout it?

I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga

How 'bout it?

I made it through hell while blocked from heaven my nigga

How 'bout it?

I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga

How 'bout it?

How 'bout it?