Matter

Uh, Uh
Yah, it's Mari
On the beat
Yeah, Yeah
Uh
Ayy, I want them to hear this shit from Harlem to fucking Chicago

He put it all in the strap
Zip up the clip
Cock it back
Get you clickety clapped

He left that man where he at
Killing slowly wit' these raps
Bitch I'm bickitey back

Thought I was falling off track
Got back to the racks
Had to pick up my slickety slack

This for the 'Sippi, the windy
Yea I rep my city
It's with me wherever I'm at

And I got ya
In a coupe
With a chopper
It's true
That the odds are
They shoot
Or they rob you
Boys in blue
Wanna stop you
Found my roots
In the gospel
Too true to watch it
Too real to stop me

So, amen if you feeling (all that)
Tell 'em hating ass hoes they can (fall back)
I think they hating on me 'cause I'm (all black)
A merry vegetari with no dairy or spiritual fairy

So, when the vibe's gone
Who do you rely on
Who do you cry on
With ya Bible
Would advise you
To realize who
Would provide you
With a lie

Half of this is hazardous
I package then I'm passing it
Surpass the fucking average
So imagine it in high

Definition
Four dimension
I permit
Your death submission
Flicking on your air condish
I'm obviously hot

Leave you cold
Let you rot
See yo spirit rise
Bust back
What's that
Falling from the sky

We was young and screaming out
Seven-four alive
But five'll never die
And six could never live
If the four corners collide
Shit, that's a lot of vice
Lord God bless the Chi
Cause they want us to divide

My beat banging, deep in ya breast
It leave you breathless
Could go for the crown
But redefined what my success is
No gluttony, just us and we
We eating what we are
Dip into the dippers 'cause
We literally stars