They love it when I talk my shit againPastor Tigallo rap game Benny HinnI wanna be chill but can't afford to be stillI need a refill greens, bills, dividendsSo pull it outcha pocket dollar bills, twenty twensI show out cause I know doubt just like the phrase “then again?”This is prosperity rap shit for people who be dreaming Of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrendsYou wack niggas who deny y'all wacknessIs like Black niggas who deny they Blackness and say wack shitLike “I ain't Black bitch my daddy Dominican”Close your eyes and envision a flow that can't be imprisonedMy shit'll break outta any penI used to think these hoes fineNow these hoes mine and I'm singing to em like Rin and TinEverybody has a time when they're in needAnd if ya need a healing then let it get into youLet it get into youI'm a man I'm a black citizenOn a stand with a magnificent plan to act niggerish to a teeLike a black Jack Nicklaus or EST the acknicklousDo ya rap diligenceDo ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla shitImma be a gentleman and show you sentimental niggas what the fundamentals isAnd walk off with two white hoes like Black militantsTake me to the kingNah nigga take me to the dealershipThen take me to a doctor for pills because I'm Ill-equipped to deal with a subliminal dissIt ain't real beef it's kibbles and bitsWhat I do with these bars is criminal it's not a gameSo y'all can miss me with that new nigga millennial shitI ain't heard of thatMurder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac from Tigallo Still the livest nigga in your cul-de-sacSang it, BootySang IT, BOOTY!Everybody has a time when they're in needAnd if ya need a healing then let it get into youLet it get into youOnstage I'm a monsterIn Paris I am "Monsieur"But when I step off still I'm unsureWith no reverb it deserves an encoreMy grandma asking what you cussin all the time forIt's for the family nah it's for my sanityHandily stayin true to myself outta the concourseNiggas is comedy shit is Flight of the ConchordsIt was a late night and I was setOn a drive down 85 wondering why the best ideas Only come to me when I'm alone or I'm depressedWhatever happens to a rhyme deferred4 bars at a loss for words hoping that I find the restIt's like a wound that never healsA void that never fills and I'm thinking is it by design or by requestI really oughta take some time to rest this can't be healthyMaybe I'm possessedMaybe I'm a messMan in the high castle taking out a minor threat with one Stroke of a pen sippin on Hen sittin behind a deskWhy is it I can only thrive in a time of stress?Call it a benediction or divine interventionI can't remember when the bars turned into a sentenceI'm not the man that I intend to bePastor came to give you lifeBut this life is killing meEverybody has a time when they're in needAnd if ya need a healing then let it get into youLet it get into you