Outkast
Pride dont last, as social outcast
I couldn't let mash with who I was damn
Clout feeding fickle dudes
Sour diesel, pickle juice
What im rapping, literal
Tip top so slick
Might even just slip
For your big head miss-interpret
Your purpose
Black mamba ain't flinch
As a nigga that sticks to
The gravel you sit
Real shit, I'm a hungry nigga
Zero balance, im disfigured
Triggered by the universe
Possibly we're similar
But patterns often alternate
When you haven't offered great
Resolutions out the gate

No attention wasn't paid
To the artist in their grave
Thank you for creating tapes
I can reference to the main
Little niggas in the game
Ima have to demonstrate
Why music microwave
No good for the culture
Salute to them vultures
That push you right over
The cliff with a boulder

Status quota
Mora-lly train pure
Kids that ain't that sure
With image rolex 
Foreign concept
Norm swallow nonsense
Without any context
Pawns for the now best
Promoters at sound checks
Money just an object
Test test three four
Better press record
This is power endured
Till the marvel decour
Floored by a critic
I admit it, then envision
How to preach
Couple sermons obsolete
When i level from a tree
Time for me to fucking leaf.i
Wisdom I ain't guarantee
Hence my knowledge sorta brief
Presentation wasn't neat
Cause it's dirty in the scene
You know what I fucking mean
Cash ruling everything around me
What's free?
Creativity,  do not undermine
What i centralize
Quality of tracks never gentrified