trying to kill me

i admit it i'm afraid they gon' kill me for this

probably put me in my grave for the lyrics i spit

been exposin' the truth and all the secrets they coverin'

and if i die

it was a big pharma or government

been puttin' too much truth in my songs

they gon' stage a suicide and say i chose to move on

probably cuttin' my brakes so when i tour too long

i'll die in a crash

say i was drivin' and drunk

look

the illuminati real

they're tryna make you dumb

tryna numb you out with pills

tryna make you broke

tryna tell you it's a deal

processin' your food so now none of it is real

you eatin' super good but you still be gettin' ill

you're workin' super hard but you still can't pay the bills

silencin' the visionaries revisin' their dictionaries

now you just can't find the right words to say and express how you feel

target on my back

i think they're comin' for my head

i know i recognize that van

i bet they wanna see me dead

they're gonna kill me

if i leave my room

they're gonna kill me

if i go too soon

you should know: i said they would kill me

i admit it i'm afraid they gon' murder me

wouldn't be a problem if nobody ever heard of me

but i'm famous so they'll probably try erasin' me with urgency

infect me with a sickness and deny me any surgeries

stop me from exposin' all the medicine and currency

and terrorism always been controllin' us so perfectly

i'm tellin' you with certainty they say it's for security

they monitor our lives like we live in nazi germany

they wanna microchip all the people

you don't believe it

your fingerprint unlockin' your phone

oh

how convenient

they trick you to believin' all the angels and demons

and say you'll go hell if you ever go disappoint jesus

i got a backbone and a platform

with a tapped phone

never asked for it to be that known

take my pass port to my dad's boat

use the back door to escape this place

it's the truman show

target on my back

i think they're comin' for my head

i know i recognize that van

i bet they wanna see me dead

they're gonna kill me

if i leave my room

they're gonna kill me

if i go too soon

you should know: i said they would kill me

i admit it i'm afraid i'll disappear

they won't issue me a ticket for a minor misdemeanor

they gon' try to lock me up but for the moment while i'm here

just let me take a minute to make sure you see it clear

cancer has a cure

they killed biggie and pac

one thing i know for sure 9/11 was an inside job

they stamp dollar bills with in god we trust"