Can’t Make This Up

This that C to the L to the Z

[Verse 1]
Listen up, give a fuck 'bout the shit they expected
Back then wasn't even interested
Blessed with
Good reputation and prestige
Next please
I ain't never left, still I'm back, sheesh
Get these
Mothafuckas to shut up, mane
Keep my flow intact and that's a fact
I need to sustain
Obtain
I'm a god but I'm no saint
Colored dreams got my vision covered in paint
That ain't
What I pictured when I got framed
Homies working their ass off, keep you entertained
Only somе would get it, ain't easy to be еxplained
Taught myself how to do it, I was well-trained

[Hook]
In the lab but I can't make this up, nah
Get the bag but I can't make this up, nah
Raise the flag but I can't make this up, nah
Chrome Heart tags but I can't make this up, nah
Private jet but I can't make this up, nah
Rep the set but I can't make this up, nah
No regret but I can't make this up, nah
Black silhouette but I can't make this up, nah

[Verse 2]
Had to give it right back to 'em, bruh
Jah bless, put my right hand up to god
Godamn, lurking through the city with my squad
Tripping like I'm slipping off the gin & juice, I mix it up
Hey
Smoke a spliff
My head heavy, it's a lift
Keep my cool, I won't stiff
Write your own hieroglyphs
Now I'm present, it's a gift
Tho my past I still miss
Let it slide, catch my drift
Free me up, that's the shift
I'm better than a year ago
Yeah, I like to roll it up but I don't take the easy road
Hit the gas, accelerate, tho I know how to take it slow
Me against the odds, I will shock you and leave you all like Whoa, Whoa

[Hook]
In the lab but I can't make this up, nah
Get the bag but I can't make this up, nah
Raise the flag but I can't make this up, nah
Chrome Heart tags but I can't make this up, nah
Private jet but I can't make this up, nah
Rep the set but I can't make this up, nah
No regret but I can't make this up, nah
Black silhouette but I can't make this up, nah

[Verse 3]
Still can't make this shit up, uh
I'ma slice you, get left in the cut, uh
Talk too much, I'ma make your ass shut, uh
Homie what, you know I'ma trust my gut, uh
Top Ten
I be up like Damn
Ring the bells, Big Ben
Hit the flute like Pan
Outta Pakistan
Damn, my gun is a pen
Man, I won't pretend
Some shit I can't stand
I won't let you drive my van
I won't let you fuck up my plan
I do everything that I can
But
But I still can't make this shit up