Letras
Hey yo I been a factor with no benefactors
Without glasses I'm focused and peeping
The whole scene like a lens is crafted
Men of status, cut from a certain hem and fabric
Old money in the attic, these tales from the pen is tragic
Rather melancholy, catch me moving with some felons
Probably plotting on your jewels, just
Do what they say like teleprompting
All I need is money and weed, the bread and broccoli
Long tables for the posse, when we eat hibachi
You can try to bite my style that's not an easy copy
Maybe rapping ain't in your skill set, you need a hobby
I got some good brothers that I keep around me
I don't take that lightly, so I speak it proudly
Gasping for air I'm trying to keep from drowning
This a rage against the machine, I'ma lead the rally
I've been betrayed by those close, they even doubt me
Now they all walking on eggshells, I needed boundaries
I've been out of sight and out of mind for a long time
I've been down but still I rise
Keep my eyes on the budget and watch the bottom line
'Til my sun sets and I'm out of time
I've been out of sight and out of mind for a long time
I've been down but still I rise
Keep my eyes on the budget and watch the bottom line
'Til my sun sets and I'm out of time
Follow my first mind, never second guess
Life's a guillotine, protect your neck
Invest in self with every breath
I win and say less like I'm Bill Belichick
The podium been mines man I been a threat
I never miss a step, pivot my life now I travel
Survive nights with knives and ammo just like I'm Rambo
Life's in shambles, odds against me I like to gamble
I'ma walk out the booth, spit at the wick and light the candle
My name's synonymous with integrity, check the last letters
Lecole, consider yourself some coal, and always add pressure
Never content, whatever I make I want to triple
Catch me late night at the table like
Jimmy Kimmel with a pen and pencil