Brother Ali - 4th King lyrics

Shit, you know a new hot beat
Come out and everybody gotta jump
On the bandwagon on that trendy
Shit and rock on it
Ya ain't got this beat, though!
Shout out Jake One! Uh!

Y'all see trends and pretend
I'm a veteran which means I'm pre-trend
Hand grown beats, sweetened, weakened
And watered down
I lead men, never follow clowns
Most time my soul speaks, then I jot it down
Therefore, most weekends I'm out of town
First class seat, feet seldom on the ground
'Less I'm in the V
She got her pedal to the ground
I do not friend and de-friend, I'm all around
Keep them 'till the end, go every round
Now, got a couple dead
Homies but no ex-homies
Once I give my word by that I'm bound
Racks on racks is in my hands
My cash is in advance
I don't just put it all in my raps
It's in my pants or
Tucked under the mattress or in the bank
I ain't telling y'all exactly
I'm more savvy than you think
I walked around with gats and
Carried a little shank
Cause the world treat me bad and
I couldn't afford a shrink
Shit was rough, I scribbled it in my books
They say you must be independent
Cause your image sucks
They say necessity's a bitch
Or the mother of all inventions
You take your pick
Either way I ain't afraid to take a risk
So that's the one I made my babies with
They saying light skin is in style
Dark skin is in style
How come white folks always
In style though? Huh
You can check the file but you
Know what's never in style?
Fat Muslim rapping albinos, uh, yeah I know
I only love her if she in the struggle
I can't relate to a woman
Who's never been through nothing
High, saddity, privileged and soft
They pretty but they always say
Something to piss me off
My heart's forever with the underdog
Who got nothing to give
Except for love accord
You should listen to this
When you're occupying ? frontlining
Even if you don't join us in the Ramadan
Starving the one thing we all got in common
That's why I'm not styling on 'em
Righteous dude in a Maybach
I'm Stalley on 'em
More like a four door Honda on 'em
Put my baby mama through college on 'em
Off a type of rhyming they find inspiring
I'm not a boss on a yacht, I'm Basquiat
Before I finish the rhyme
You start rewinding
Cause everything that drops out
My mind's a diamond
I'm only rocking the bling that's in my chin
Diamonds and gin, to shining from within
That's some shit the poor people say
Maybe so but it's true for me either way
You can ask your man Hov if I'm blinging
He gotta admit it (Uh, it's just different)
The best verse on a song I ain't even on
It's either now, 4th king
Never steer you wrong
Reporting live, A-L-I, your brother
Mourning in America, dreaming in color