WIsdom - Royce 5'9

Can’t be out here just giving all this wisdom

If niggas don’t seem to believe my mission

Can’t see myself sitting inside no prison

No need for money I got tunnel vision

All I see is me keep on getting richer

That’s when I got that 20/20 vision

If niggas don’t seem to believe my mission

Can’t be out here giving 'em all my wisdom

Young niggas better stay the fuck from out of my way

Both of us could draw the first shot, it be like the tiebreak

Ask my BMW dealer, we like them high rate

I like straight skeezers who like Dave East, PNB Rock, and Wale

Though this ain’t no movie I got Jason V

I got Michael Myers right on my waist

But that won’t stop her from doming tonight’s Mayor on Elm Street

At my house and my new V right out in my driveway, huh

Remember I’m the best big vocabulary in the stretch six

I don’t stress, I’m rich, I’m Ashy Larry in the flesh, bitch

You haters busters, you Dave & Buster’s, I’m David Justice

Translation: I’m making Halle Berry my next pitch

I ain’t one of them you just could mess with, the Devil naked

Up under that blue dress, that’s like my death wish

Rape her, contract an infection, if you scary

Take you back to the essence, obituaries are actual confessions

Today’s lesson: we live in a great rap depression

To make a record takes more than just to stay black and reckless

Do you have anything to say that’s impressive?

Do I listen to you at dinner and playback at breakfast?

Hmm, do you know what a classic is?

Do you know the name of the place where your pastor is?

Don’t you know the rap game is based on sacrilege?

Man, I’m being petty

Don’t you know that war’s an ancient acronym that stands for «We Ain’t Ready»?

And while I’m combing the town I could travel blocks

First place that it all went down was Fraggle Rock, now it’s the gavel drop

Before I had them hammer handles I had them handles

Coulda been in the NBA 'stead of rapping had I had them hops

9−8, I got stung by a dragonfly, draggin' a mop

So nowadays, I stay sharp as daggers while I’m stabbing the drop

I keep a Mini Cooper that always follows behind me

I call it Tavis Smiley, that’s 'cause it’s black and small

I hate your cigarettes, I hate the smell of Black and Milds

You hate me that’s crazy I hate to tell you we at the top

I ain’t heard a decent bar in months, bruh

I’m tired of hearing 'bout your stinking cars and all your dumb trucks

How you be with stars and how your gun bust

I’m here to rain on all you deer, young bucks, high and drunk fucks

Won’t feel a thing we gon' make this shit quick and painless

Lifestyle of the rich and gainless

Right now you stayin' in the same place every day with a different payment

Existing in rented space

If niggas ain’t gonna innovate then the game gon' renovate

Okay, you got it, great go for a K

Them thangs on the interstate

That’s cool, but I choose to not leave the booth till I see pain on the

interface

When we pass, our possessions ain’t gon' reach the masses

So fuck yo' Audemar, your Patek Philippe, and your glasses

Bitch

Can’t be out here just giving all this wisdom

If niggas don’t seem to believe my mission

Can’t see myself sitting inside no prison

No need for money I got tunnel vision

All I see is me keep on getting richer

That’s when I got that 20/20 vision

If niggas don’t seem to believe my mission

Can’t be out here giving 'em all my wisdom