Verse: Quarter century older now as an only child/ A shining star to my parents, always the golden child/ The most humble upbringing you could think of/ Was middle-class, so I ain't have no mink rug, but water I would drink up/ Would sustain me in ways that I never knew/ 'Til my brain grew way past tying a shoe/ The little things are what mattered, never ate off silver platters/ But my creators had made it their mission to make me fatter/ So my mind grew strong and my body too, I stayed outta trouble and outta the street/ But best you believe all the shit that I seen/ Done taught me a lot, I learned from my pops how to be a man/ He never could stand when I started comparing, been blessed to have both of my parents, most friends that I know don't/ Though roads got rocky too, they're both here with me and that's amazing B, they motivate me see/ So I'm trying to be the best son I can, wiser now, cookin' up a plan/ Cursive swervin', mind stay workin', plottin', schemin' -- that's for certain/ Murkin' all it's curtain calls with anything that I'm involved/ Call on Rio, problem solved, don't you doubt my power dog/ Driven 'til my body drained, never happen, I'm a king/ Bridges what I build and never burn, for me it's not a thing/ At the sound of my name, a choir of angels sing/ I don't be smokin' like Snoop or drinkin' frequent as Stark/ I do a little of both, but ain't no shade on their part/ They're both admired and loved and come with flaws like myself/ Cliché to note we ain't perfect, but guaranteed we're worth it/ We got ideas and verses sure to jump off the shelf/ To build a brand or an enterprise into massive wealth/ Slice'a heaven out this hell, keep on eaten before the bell tolls/ I suppose this is why I arose like Derrick/ Above the concrete beneath my feet/ A prodigy like McGrady, my legacy I am painting/ My color pallet amazing, so many hues in my blues/ Packed with more truth than the 45th and his views/ I'm droppin' gems like a scholar, you need a quote?, let me holla/ Digest this knowledge, you claiming you always hungry, so swallow/ Not the wisest, but know I'm not here to witness you drown/ Body found face down, we preventin' that now/ Use your mind, don't be blinded by jargon, them hungry wolves just starvin', They wanna rip out your mind and leave the rest of your carcass/ Set up for arson, yet when flippin' the script/ They fail to admit, the metaphor is accurate as shit/ I fight back when I'm hit, givin' up ain't and option/ I am programmed to resist, rebellious nature I'm followin'/ Into forests so foreign, I'm tryin'a forge an enlightenment/ All this war that's been conjured is turning people to monsters/ I won't be idle in watchin' the degradation, I been patient, but now I'm done with the waitin'/ See, me and Satan had a conversation/ Told him I was who they feared most, leaned close, proposed a toast/ They choked

Treechaself, written by Christian Melendez Verse 1: Tax back money just popped through, notice my account type swole/ Thinkin' destinations I could fly to, touch down transition to a boat/ Range or the Rolls?, I have luxurious taste when I'm on my own/ But even more when my shorty is on my arm and I got it like that/ Top shelf for the lady with the cadillac back, ugh!/ Big body how I like'm, with a phat trunk/ Sittin' sideways from the south fat blunt/ I ain't one to stunt, but it's time now/ Older so a Rollie for the Biggie verse copped now/ Feel so good -- with a drink on my left and my hand on a breast, no stress/ Man, I look so good/ Fresh Prince with a fade so clean, make a mug turn mean, nigga Hook: Pop that!/ Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/ Cop that!/ New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/ Drop, drop that!/ Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/ Stop that!/ Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/ Verse 2: To the ladies with the skin soft hair long, sports bra in the mornin' when they joggin'/ High heels get to clickin' in the lobby, chef good, pork chops for her lunch with some broccoli/ Take some time off, getcha nails done right, go'on make some plans for the night/ Or the weekend wit a couple friends for a hike/ And some brunch in the valley, order more than just a salad, right?!/ Splurge baby, I noticed you're independent, stackin' bread like/ Au Bon Pan, Sauvignon Blanc is the wine you like/ Ya glass glistens in the light, shine bright like ya hilight, oh my!/ Snapshot on ya SnapChat, why not?/ Skinny dippin', it's only you and the women just chillin' in the hot tub/ With a bottle of the bub and some bud rolled up, sho'nuff shawty Hook: Pop that!/ Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/ Cop that!/ New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/ Drop, drop that!/ Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/ Stop that!/ Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/ Verse 3: One time, this a theme for the real ones/ Get loose, get wild, make that ass clap/ This my Kanye flow if there ever was/ Finna get fucked up off'a cognac/ One cup, two cups, get lit now/ Three cups, four cups, gotta sit down/ Take a minute just to gather yaself/ Realize for the night, you're a god, that's right!/ Every day is a blessed one, know we stress funds, but you gotta live a little -- be stress-less/ Buy a name brand product like a wallet or a Prada bag, don't even worry 'bout the tag though/ If you like it, then buy it, if you don't, then you're a liar/ You're depriving what you want, go'on get that/ Hear it callin' on your name, and yet you ignore it/ Damn well knowing you can afford it/ Love yaself, it ain't worth hoardin' wealth, it's for ya health, we need to enjoy ourselves now/ More than ever cuz tomorrow ain't promised/ Take advantage of the moment while the sun's still shinin', RA Hook: Pop that!/ Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/ Cop that!/ New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/ Drop, drop that!/ Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/ Stop that!/ Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Slave(s)/Neva Dat, written by Christian Melendez Verse 1: I ain't ever been the silent type (can't)/ Always tried to bring my thoughts to the light (woo, goddamn!)/ See, they're really tryin'a block me out, and leave me absent with no doubt/ It's a good thing that I learned to read and write/ So I recite, instead you dance in spotlight/ Kool-aid tastes extra sweet, hm?/ When you text, no read receipt/ Down for the cause while you sit, hot-headed cold-blooded, yet you lack degrees/ Been fueled by the hate, it's the diesel in your veins/ So raw, uncut, now you numb from the pain/ Them deep bloodstains on the skin can't scrub/ Scourge of what once was someone I'd trust/ Bridge 1: Y'all Just like a flock'a sheep/ What? Wassamatter, can't think of a plan?/ As a rebel, in turn I speak -- y'all weak Verse 2: Man the fuck, don't be suckas, bring the raucous, choose or suffer/ Raise the torch or douse the fire, be a captive or a fighter/ Tell the truth or be a liar, be a writer if you feel like the flames gettin' higher/ Screech on the scene, no skrrt from a tire/ This shit is cuttin' close to the wire and I'm tryin' not to (kill)/ Fight back with a whole lotta fact checks/ Like how many are deprived of the fat checks/ How the color of the skin is the first test/ Big mess, only get a job with the big breast?/ Slim checks for the thin chest, y'all sleep? Well I can't rest/ No sleep cause I been stressed/ Light-skin with a whole lotta black friends/ Melanin a threat? Since when? Bridge 2: Chicken, watermelon sound like heaven to me/ Protein, magnesium and vitamin C/ These components altogether make you stonger to breathe/ Keen vision when they bullshittin', fakin' to be/ I said chicken, watermelon sound like heaven to me/ Protein, magnesium and vitamin C/ Hive minds see a nigga who do nothing but eat/ Yet be buzzin' 'bout the culture they're reluctant to be Hook(x2): Finna catch me slippin', na neva dat/ Like you swear I'm trippin', na neva dat/ Hangin' on my dick like orangutan/ Yellin' GANG GANG GANG when you neva bang (bang bang) Verse 3: What'chu thinkin' you the man now? Like you got it all planned out? (sheeiit)/ You smokin' on that crack now? Thinkin' I'm about to lay down? (haa!)/ You ain't really one to laugh now, I ain't really one to back down/ Better hold on tight to your crown 'fore you drown in a fountain'a youth, all, my life it's the truth/ Can't dictate what you can't control -- I vibrate on a higher plain/ No gold finna taint my soul -- pure passion within my veins/ Rap lane where I chose to go, speak out with a bounce to finesse my flow, Ain't sold by the poison, I could see the lack of the poise in the way you walk/ More so hear it every single time you talk/ Ain't hard weedin' out all the snakes in the grass when it all cut low like a Caeser/ Jesus Christ, gotta lett'em all know/ I'm the wrong mothafucka they would ever try schemin', believe me!/ Seeing through the fog and the snow, can't slow me/ Fuckin' blow me, OGs know me/ Cuz I'm OP with the dope see/ Real talk B, fuck up off me! Hook(x2): Finna catch me slippin', na neva dat/ Like you swear I'm trippin', na neva dat/ Hangin' on my dick like orangutan/ Yellin' GANG GANG GANG when you neva bang (bang bang) Verse 4: Fuck ya feelings, praise the villain/ 'Steada talkin' puttin' up walls, I'mma cave the ceilings/ Earthquake where you raise ya village/ Hit home, new wave kind'a rape and pillage/ Wait 'til they take what I say, dissect the message and then saying I'm offensive/ With a lack of the facts they omit to mention/ Say it's a figure of speech, quick to lynch him/ Yet cool when a fool like Tomi is obviously painting a portrait of racism honestly/ Hiding behind her opinion like we don't see how much a cancer she is to society/ This me from the heart now, listen up/ FUCK THAT BITCH, from her clit to her tits, I don't really give a fuck what she on 'bout/ This the calm 'fore the storm, they gon' all drown