Sick Of Cells

Time, time, more time with you, oh Time, time, time with you, oh, baby I wasn't even using my gifts, I had to tighten up Boy, you better bet on yourself, take risks, try your luck Everything off the top these days, I don't write enough Two AM, I can't sleep, she texting me, why you up? Girl, I got so much on my mind, ain't even gonna tie you up They worried about some followers, I'm just trying to get my dollars up Been flowing dumb since Lil' Kim was putting lighters up Remember when they tried to lil' bro me, that had me fired up Now they wanna work with us, link and get beside us But tell them boys they outta luck, but I'm glad they proud of us Seventeen lost in the world, trying to get my mileage up Twenty-one, I'm riding through the city with my nine tucked Twenty-five, full of rage, but I kept it all bottled up Round like twenty-eight, I'm leaning, started flipping bottles up That was back then, I guess we'll all see what follows up When Shane died, I needed someone I could vent to Played at his service in front of everyone I'm kin to Told her that I need her, I guess that message ain't send through Pain behind these bars, as a free man, I've been through it Swear I hate sickle cell, sent the homie money in prison I swear I'm sick of cells, beefing with a few guys At the same time, wish 'em well Used to hit the mall and throw pennies in the wishing well Till I realized grinding in prayer really get you there Flow so original, low-key hidden well Checks coming in the mail, always hanging with himself In '95 me and mama was in the living hell Never say too much, I swear they always kiss and tell I'm glowing up these days though, can't you tell But I wasn't even using my gifts, I had to tighten up Boy, you better bet on yourself, take risks, try your luck Everything off the top these days, I don't write enough 2AM, I can't sleep, she texting me, why you up? Girl, I got so much on my mind, ain't even gonna tie you up, for real I ain't even gonna do that to you