Involved - Ubi

Dope, dope

Dope, dope

Hands callous, hard work is a talent

Blood on my jeans raw, Earth on my palette

Develop taste for the sweet and the sour then

I see how it is, now I speak for the powerless

In victory, I write a speech of empowerment

Learn the difference between the meek and the cowardice

See I don’t live like a sheik in the palace

On a peak in the mountains, lemme keep this in balance

I live somewhere between the streets and the calculus

Somewhere between a voodoo priest and an alchemist

Paralysis about as deep as your malice

Eat a shroom, grow a hundred feet like Alice

I’m analyzing who I’m chiefing my flower with

Eyeing all the people surrounding him

Creeping out the miss miss

Tripping off the trees and out the lips

Gotta watch what did he say cause he the counterfeit

For now, I’ma fall back till it even out a bit

Do whatever you want bruh, just leave me out of it

Yeah

You can say that you ballin'

But we know it’s all rented, credit card debted

I ain’t involved in it

Portrayin' a false image and lyin'

Claimin' you authentic you fraud biditch

I ain’t involved in it

So if you’re all finished using your talent that’s God-given and call it quits,

well

I ain’t involved in it

Tell Ben that I ain’t in it

They calling me Paul, it’s y’all business, just sayin'

I ain’t involved in it

Deep in the fog of war many die and men are dogs

The petty call up on the genocide of pedagogues

I been a cog in a machine that never spins at all

I been a pawn, I been a peter boy, I been a Paul

I been a eye up on on the needle when I’m stitching gauze

I been a open wide receiver when I get the ball

This shit’ll hit the walls, hit the fan, hit the stalls

The kid that call it best, tripping off of fentanyl

I ain’t in this to retire off of quick applause

I got into the game to energize your inner thoughts

I’m with the cars, armed and ready riding, win or loss

Fire up the pen cause y’all drying up like menopause

I ain’t tryin' to get involved, you wanna break a boo

Bend the law, it’s fine, pray to god, a synagogue

Pray that I fall like Biggie Smalls

Maybe God’ll forgive us all, maybe not, Ricky Ross

You can say that you ballin'

But we know it’s all rented, credit card debted

I ain’t involved in it

Portrayin' a false image and lyin'

Claimin' you authentic you fraud biditch

I ain’t involved in it

So if you’re all finished using your talent that’s God-given and call it quits,

well

I ain’t involved in it

Tell Ben that I ain’t in it

They calling me Paul, it’s y’all business, just sayin'

I ain’t involved in it

Listen, I can predict your fate

I seen him running around fucking up in different ways

Busting and it ricochet

Ducking when he hit from fame

You wanna quit the game, I promise you

Fucking with me, it’ll be the quickest way

Boy I don’t skip a day and I don’t sit around

Thinking that I’m greater than I am and solicit hate

If in your face, fit the frame, get in shape

You making a big mistake and I don’t wanna participate

Da-dum, da-dum dum, da-dum, da-dum dum

Da-dum, da-dum dum