Loud

Speech, we need something savage for the weak
Meek ain’t inheriting shit, that’s on me
Sky is gray again, shit, that’s on me
I wonder who the martyr is
Who’s gonna be the founding father
And what’s it gonna look like
When my daughter’s here, yeah
Questions, questions, anybody?
No wrong answers, we the lobby
Unify the people cause we sloppy
Land of a divine dichotomy
We got left hands rolling Maseratis
And the right hand pushing off hungry bodies
But regardless, ain’t nobody sorry
Nah, nah ain’t nobody sorry
Guns are blazing for today, on me
Closing up the shop
I stay lowkey
Someone take me out my mind