Figaro (Explicit)

What u call pain? I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call success? I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call love? I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call life I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

To all these statistics talking shit

We say fuck that

I'm that kid who never listen teachers

Even whup my ass

I stay true to my dreams

I tell em niggas I don't crack

I tell em shovel ur job in ur ass

I'm all about the cash

When I bet on myself

I know some fuckers they don't like it

They only want me as a slave

So they can brag that they own me

I'm a beast like a disease

That cannot be tamed

I take money from this game

U fuckers keep the fame

You tryana turn me into a zombie

Damn, what a mistake

You don't even know

The worth of Gold such a shame

Why am I being classified

With these fuckeries

I'm a lone wolf;

Misery loves company

I'm on my own lane

Like the 5th symphony

I'm like a foreign language

To y'all, apparently

All this shit u preaching

Don't mean shit to me

The Truth about this game

Is full of fuckern treachery

What u call pain?

I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call success?

I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call love?

I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call life I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

I'm not the one to write a verse

Telling niggas how to act

For real shit, I hate that

I'm not the one who goes around

Telling fuckers suck a dick

If I did shit, I mean that

I have no idea if the shit I do

In my life is the right shit

But my happiness depends on it

So I do that shit

I'm sick of fuckers who talk

Like they know every shit

Stop confusing life with ur own shit

I'm perfect as I am

I don't entertain 'if's"

This is who I am, yes

I write my own script

Do whatever the fuck u niggas

Do just leave me alone, please

Huh

These niggas want me to babysit

Their emotions, fuck ur feelings

Stereotypes about these streets

So foul like the Gremlins

I analyze lot of shit

I decode comments

For every action in the hood

There's ripple effects

Sequence that many conclude

In a fuckern violence

These streets are kingdoms

To some niggas

We can never change that

Pulling a trigger kill a nigga

I don't understand that

My presence is a threat, reason

Why I'm always under attack

Fake news about

What I do this shit is sad

I got these niggas mad feelings

Hurt cause I don't react

I don't talk back to ur crap

I just flash that

These fuckers so obsessive

Want me to be just like them

Whatever happens to myself

If I turn into them

Another cold nigga

Lost nigga mad nigga

Reason I don't listen

To u and ur fuck niggas

What u call pain? I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call success? I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call love? I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that

What u call life I don't know, man

Only thing I know

Is that I don't call it that