Jaek DeLarge!

Yo
I am not a contrarian, I got my own perspective
I dictate, you take dick and I don’t respect it
Your low projections are so expected, I’m not surprised
You ain’t yourself, you’re a copy of what’s been popularized

Artistically, you compromised just to get you some money
Your senses have dulled, and your vision is muddy
You got famous for having exquisite taste but it’s lacking
You’re upset at yourself, mad and you hate that this happened

You been selling yourself, you’re a shell of yourself
You’re internally conflicted, you wrestle yourself
And this Hell in the Cell’s turned into hell on your health
Your brain's processing pain and it’s telling your cells

A slow death when that disease sees progress
The fake get no love, the wicked get no rest
Another rapper signing up for rape, getting no checks
The day your soul rests will be the day we say you’re so blessed

I'm young, handsome, eligible bachelor
10 years in it, finally got my masters
Was never certified by Actra, I'm not an actor
You rappers with funding from Factor still ain't a factor for me

I'm in the field, y’all looking like meals
Aint the type to hunt for fun, I only eating what I kill
Never lost the hunger, aint no pay then you should lose my number
If you sleeping on my greatness, suffocate you in your slumber

Wait, they bout to bite, let me hit em with another flow
Fear is what we never show, solid so we never fold
Never told - that Beretta blow, aint no exit holes
Ex them hoes, ain't no X and O’s, just an episode

That was just the epilogue….yall was never hard
death to y’all, this the murder mystery that's never solved
Do em foul, now they wanna try to get the ref involved
Talk to me nice, I'll put your life on my debit card

Beep beep, who got the keys to the streets
Who other than DLRG
That’s crafting these sixteens like Tarantino do scenes
Portraits of all I seen through these Gigi Hadid’s

Look and you’ll see, all they shit is fiction
Listen, you’ll hear all of the contradictions
Devils in the details, all of that shit is missing
They never participated, never was there to witness

You living life through another mans quotes
Did you really go to war or was it second hand smoke
And Heath never got to play another damn role
These are tears of a clown, just another sad joke

I'm far from flawless, I played myself
Giving other niggas more than what I gave myself
Felt guilty, I couldn’t celebrate myself
Had to go and separate myself, to elevate myself

Everything I got I gave myself
Brick by brick, I’m proud of what I made myself
Knew niggas with the keys who told me they might help
But had to break out of the cage, save myself

Ten years in this game myself
It sounds crazy, I almost went insane myself
No favors, I lose, I gotta blame myself
They saying I changed, I’m saying I became myself

I'm the Westside General, not in general I mean specifically
Feeling differently then check the history
Nice guy - flow is really mean that's what I really mean
Grilling me will guarantee you and the nine milly meet

Silly me... is that a promise or a threat
They just rap what they imagine, I had to recollect
And these niggas know, they owe me, they in debt
They don't show me disrespect - I be knowing they address

So don't ever get it twisted, mane
Critics say my flow different, mane
Can't say I aint sick cause the symptoms came
Can't tell if I been preaching or if I just been pimpin, mane

It depends on how they wanna spin the narrative
Is it Django...or is it Harriet
The effort to understand it is imperative
I wrote this after hanging with my niggas, is it scary yet
Large

Don't ever bring that bullshit around us
Ever
Don't ever bring that bullshit around us