Onsight

Cuh more time
When they think I'm one man up, I got the family on sight

My hitters, they stay with these cannons
So try me, you know they ain't rapping
Slyly, you know I ain't bragging
When I say I'm bagging, I'm bagging, I'm bagging
All of them cells that I sat in
That was just part of the pattern
That was just part of the game
That's some shit you can't imagine
Now it's just part of my name
Paper, just roll up a plane
I think I'm Sully, Dushane
I'm overrunning this race
I'm oversetting this pace
Life got my head in this place
Them man is begging this place
I told Chuckz she'll be home and it's shit and a shame
Fuck all that missing the roads
She ain't come like you're missing the point
I'm raw like a brick of the point
I think I'm money, let's get to the point
Got the game hating on me
Got the game waiting on me
Like a cat with a handful of coins
I do not fuck with your music
That is just one bag of noise
That is just one bag of lies
That's the wool over your eyes
I do not fuck with your music
That is just one bag of noise
That is just one bag of lies
That's the wool over your eyes

See, you saw us back day
On the bus back day, on the Titch ting
Had my burner in the rucksack day
Tryna touch man's face with a big ting
Kems had me gassed them days
Look at what the system raised
Blinded by whips and chains
Same book, different page
So how does it feel? How does it feel to be real?
Really, I'm sick, how does it feel to be ill?
Well I can't tell
I've been like this since Kenan & Kel
Out on the road, had to see for myself
Now it's a light and a dream I could sell
Bare deceit and betrayal
It's like I'm freezing in hell
I sent some Ps in the mail
Don't be a sheep, be yourself
Go hard, don't sleep on yourself
I need a house on the hill
I give the keys to my mum
I keep it real, you can tell
I need a house on the hill
I give the keys to my mum
I keep it real, you can tell
Don't be a sheep, be yourself