INTRO

This for the ones who moving crime to life Doing drive-by shootings gon lose his nine lives tonight This for the ones who choose to grind and fight Same kind praying to Christ, waistline laser and pipe FaceTime Jay fore he died He root I'm past this black fusion to build me a life That's deeper than crack and some trap music What really happened was hours of bad reviews Had to add up more bricks and pounds than accountants and math students As a backup, that's why I spit the shock like a pimp The world gon see me as a flop should stick to shopping my zips No way my zip gon go and pop and get a Hollywood trip When I see em play it in the car they press unlock and then skip Man, f*ck the fame and the bucks I'm sick of faking how I talk like my pops ain't hop the truck With a limp in his walk I'm sick of praying to God I know this shit be sounding evil But it feel like he the biggest fuckin hater of all Is he gon save me or nah He got the answers and the power and the time Then why the f*ck I'm out here hangering cars Or mixing rocks in cigars Why my brothas sittin stuck they live they life behind bars Or live they life in the stars You see I know it ain't his fault but who do I have to turn to Who in this game do I have to learn through The shame came fast like they was aiming out the bezel of the nine Cuz the wrong frame of mind will go and burn you I hate that I ain't XXL, I sit and I exhale And realize that real eyes cry on the reg. still And when those checks fill I sit recollect feels Remember I had it better than most on the West Hills So why the f*ck I'm feeling so low recently Like my heart been getting cold recently Maybe cuz all of the chances in this business Ain't been sold equally and greedy hoes are gettin bored easily Imagine going to see your pops, know he won't come home Two nights in them hospital clothes and deep down I choke Cuz the words that I hear are not the words I'm told And the words that he speak are not the ones I hold I'm always thinking bout the worst preparing when the lights get dim again A bottle of that surf, a fresh snare and some Corinthians A fair sense of work, an impressive share of hash And a mean case of stress I need a fiend's case of glass For the dean's list of hurt, I'm stuck between doing dirt Or spending life tryna find out if this mean ima fail Will I green out or will I see real odds prevail Will I sing loud or will I ring the lean out of shells I guess only time will tell When the cards get smaller it's like the more pain You got gon make the bars get stronger That's why my girl broke my heart I gave my all up for her So when I spit this shit in lines send my regards up for her With all these scars I pondered Wrote a tape talking bout being the man Finally understand that it ain't on shit And there's plenty more to come and plenty more that exist Because the gift of writing raps is all from a consequence I'm praying for unconsciousness It's my one odd wish