Tell me your mission without telling me what you're missing
Hopes and wishes become distant prisons
When god talking do you even listen
Ignorant wisdom
Pass it down to all the children
I hear em screaming from Babylon
Low grade crooks that scheme on niggas to tattle on
Atta boy
Do a lot of home runs but I'm not a batter boy
Know I just be island boy
Smoke up then I'm smilin' boy
Veni vidi vici I'm sippin vinot in Nice
Babesta sneaks beaneth me
My bitch sippin mango lychee
And the niggas tryna teach don't practice what they preach
I've learned from the bottom and heroes that's long forgotten
The real cowboys till the boys and blue say damn we got em
These days they might just pick a name like Spot em Got em
Looking for a hot boy summer but they fall with autumn
Yeah, nobody out here tryna be Dalai Lama
Most niggas out here built more like Malcolm X than Obama
How can you face the trauma
When you wait for your enemies to face they karma
The ruled is ruled by dharma
And counting moving commas
And data agencies collecting all our conversations
Influencing our elections and our motivations
Infatuations on strangulations and mental patients
The segregation that we self enforce by paper chasing
Tell me your mission without telling me what you're missing
Hopes and wishes become distant prisons
When god talking do you even listen
Ignorant wisdom
Pass it down to all the children
I hear em screaming from Babylon
Low grade crooks that scheme on niggas to tattle on
Atta boy
Do a lot of home runs but I'm not a batter boy
Know I just be island boy
Smoke up then I'm smilin' boy
And it get lonely at the top homie
I remember I was on my broke and on my only
Sometimes I feel better
Knowing nothing below me
And when I get blessings
I know that god don't owe me
But he gone make you pay the price for what you holdin
So what you holdin
What you holdin
Tell me your mission without telling me what you're missing
Hopes and wishes become distant prisons
When god talking do you even listen
Ignorant wisdom
Pass it down to all the children
I hear em screaming from Babylon
Low grade crooks that scheme on niggas to tattle on
Atta boy
Do a lot of home runs but I'm not a batter boy
Know I just be island boy
Smoke up then I'm smilin' boy