House Of Mirrors

Yeah Yeah First off, I make every beat, I write every flow I'm abrasive to people that won't let dry hedges grow 2021 everyone tryna cry, let it go Y'all been actin' so petty up in your white petticoats, what? You don't like me? Come and fight me You can find me In a white tee and my three stripes, never Nike Like "Goddamn, Adidas just come sign me" Cuz I need some more money, some more income I want 6, 7 figures and then some Who needs friends? I don't think that I would miss 'em But diamonds? I want tons like dim sum And I've been tryna show my wisdom, but I hope that y'all been knowin' that I don't condone my 'isms Cuz there has been a growing shcism between me and all the industry, I think that I'mma kill 'em Cuz I don't like these people in my face, oh no I feel like I'm about to catch a case fasho Don't you criticize me on my ways My head's clear from the haze Roses is red, violets is blue Violence, it thrives in the red, white and blue Why do I choose to not recite the news? I'm actually focused on finding the truth They got us addicted like Vicodin do To selfies and wealthiness, diamonds and jewels Don't buy a house, go buy a new coupe They're poisoning the well, keep an eye on the soup Look Life gave me lemons, never turned 'em into lemonade Feelin' like a rebel so I turned into a renegade Y'all gon know my logo, it says "SPEAKS" within the letter J Yeah, I'm kinda scrawny but a savage in the featherweight I'm exceptional, non-impressible He do it all himself, what a spectacle In the dead of all this, I'm seeing pentacles But where'd the devil go? I thought we were inseperable Cuz I don't like these people in my face, oh no I feel like I'm about to catch a case fasho Don't you criticize me on my ways My head's clear from the haze I guess I gotta do it solo I guess I gotta do it solo I guess I gotta do it solo I guess I gotta do it solo-lo-lo I guess I gotta do it solo The stress is catching up to me, I'm overheating My girl keep on tellin' me "Jake, just take it easy" I'm fuckin' trying, but all this shit I'm releasing How in the fuck do these people still not see me? Seven long years I've been making music, guess that all of that was just feeble I tried to put out songs that you'd like, but you didn't, now that's why I hate people So now I'm making songs that I love to make I could give a fuck less if it doesn't take Good music, good woman and the love is great In bed, I get her wetter than a dozen lakes, woah This a takeover, I feel like WACO Jacob Koresh with a 30-round draco Bleedin' put while I'm sittin' in my home Defend my music to the death, a pistol to my dome Cuz I don't like these people in my face, oh no I feel like I'm about to catch a case fasho Don't you criticize me on my ways My head's clear from the haze I guess I gotta do it solo I said, I guess I gotta do it solo!