The Audacity of Dope

All three of them

All being one in the same is all I need from them

Word to everyone who remain and all it mean to them

Know I stand tall with them you ever saw me with them

Seated in box cars from the A to the Jeep

Singing the same song but I got a cadence to me

So when I sing along, know that I made it to be

All that they sing for, and all that's related to me

Know above all, what I come for, is usually a one off

Like only one of y'all will get out, yo why he brung y'all?

And my reply be bottom line, yo where the front door?

That'll be the way that we out, and we now

Should be in accord when I throw this caveat

The one that would've cleared every shelf outta Camelot

The one that explains the give and take of who handle rock

And pulled up a chair for all of who couldn't stand to watch

Like fuck all the standing by

Unless you involved or in the hearts of who can't oblige

To knowing their hand is tied

Talking the same song, hear how they plan to drive

If they got a seat for y'all, then yo would you stand to ride?

Follow me, Same ones who would call corners came out the box with me

Nothing else changed except the neighbors on top of me

Swear that they ain't know how to get it until it got to me

The hallway got all the allure 'til you buy property

If y'all be on the side of me, then you can say the same about me

If I'm what the topic be, word to how you got to me

Grew up with real Huxtables dealing with real Carters

Due to what they took but told you to still harbor

And the way that it rides, I'm just taking what's mine

But forgive me for tryna steal honor like Killmonger

Praise due to the corner stores that I'm still part of

And for me being able to come home to my real father

All of this was said one way or another

But when it's told hand in hand it replaces the stutters

Applause for understanding the fate of the runners

Because I wouldn't go home until I made all my jumpers

Pardon me, for seeing all of that with all three eyes

While I was drawing a line and shooting off from behind

The rims never had nets but it would all be fine

The crib never saw it all, they was drawing the blinds

Picture all I described, and add a Lex 450 double parked outside

With Frank White at the wheel

I took that, put it in back in light of the real

It's all or nothing like if you was tryna write an appeal

Moral being, you all got some audacity

You top 20 I'm half that at least, and that's modest

If we're being that honest then, can't too many follow this

Stage left, curtain drawn, Retropolitan