Talk to You

Aye life is funny ain't it On the real though Let me talk to you Karma is a bitch but she one way Never getting praise for my fair play One of those days going bad like a hair day Blank face mad add trippin like a stair case I done made a mess of myself in the first place Clean up well seen hell from the birth place You can't tell me shit I'm getting lit and that's worst case Yeah I got problems Nah you can't solve em Addiction gaining friction my depiction is a column Standing in line crack sign that it's falling Rose from the sevy little teddy when he pulls up Little did I know he had blow with a bowl tucked Dad had lines I need rows talking all ducks Organized crime talk mine then we all fucked huh I done made A lot of mistakes And had many memories that'll never erase And that's funny cause my memory is heavy at stake My marijuana intake is like that of greats And that's great t-break probation at eight Still fighting off the system can we pick up the pace like f*ck System made me listen next charge guaranteed time prison hmm Hard to make a living when you painted as a villain All I tried to do was make a killing funny Man it's like Every time I feel like I'm getting ahead Something push me right back And I stay trapped in this mother fucker The same god damn place I'm trying to chase my dream But everything else chasing me Like damn yo Look I been stressed out Workin on me to be the best now I don't got time so I rhyme a little less now dreams of getting home late homies in the guest house Studio be home base working all the pests out Less about the money but i'd like to give checks out Smile when it's sunny but clouds stay over my head Kinda like the loud mouth shit that you said I don't wanna hear it prolly why I'm incoherent I respect the interference I was dying in my spirit I wish I could say I'm close but I'm nowhere near it Really might go ghost but I'm scared why fear it Ima miss all my peoples avoid all the evils I'm realer my killers smoke dealers deceitful That's how you are We ain't on par Still music yeah your shit is like a parked car uh How he that harsh Staying on guard Walls up reach me you needed post cards Wasn't playing with my heart I had to bogard Then I let her in Now a better man Two together bear the weather reap the benefits Dropping peddles try to settle if it's heaven sent Like the header to a letter there is relevance Rusted metal on the kettle due to elements uh