BLOOD STAINS ON COLISEUM FLOORS

This shit real scripture man

Ancient scriptures man, it's like embedded in me man

Y'all niggas ain't readin' the room right man

Shit should be hieroglyphics in a temple somewhere man

I was made for these bright lights but never fond of these applause

Blood stains on the coliseum floors

You can slave for the right price or take what's on the sleepin' yours

Much pain on these coliseum floors

When the artist shoots for the stars the people gotta see him draw

A thug slain on these coliseum floors

Why believe in your faith when every prophecy's ignored?

Enough games on these coliseum floors

I'm not a team player

I'm MJ never swingin' a rock

Over 20 years in this game gave it everything that I got

They say every king has a shot

In the past often bragged about everything that I am

Well here's everything that I'm not

I'm not no pan—African black power speaker in tight linen

Out of shape indulging in drugs, liquor and white women

Thug gripping and ice grilling

I'm not one who enjoys blood spilling

But I'm willing

Rapper who gets punched in the face and now he's a prime villain

Online killing, only thing he's wasting his time

I guess this nigga's just time killing

This not one of them ones who think he's a big shot

But still can radiate the same shine that got big shot

My condolences

Let's throw flowers in the same grave that he's rolling over in

These rappers who ain't give him no praise and they still quoting him

These niggas in their days and I pray that there's still hope for them

What I'm not is what most become

I'm the leader of men boy, my shit like art in a mausoleum

Your features get sold for crumbs inside of an artist DM

My playlist was made by the heavens only the gods can stream them

Picture perfect, my frames only built for the coliseums

You gotta see them, me and conductor is hell

Only one that's waving them sticks how I'm conducting myself

Rather unruly, most times not even trusting myself

Serving customers while y'all niggas gotta custom their hell

I was made for these bright lights but never fond of these applause

Blood stains on the coliseum floors

You can slave for the right price or take what's on the sleepin' yours

Much pain on these coliseum floors

When the artist shoots for the stars the people gotta see him draw

A thug slain on these coliseum floors

Why believe in your faith when every prophecy's ignored?

Enough games on these coliseum floors

So much pain on these coliseum floors

I am in a world of shit