H4Z3L

Shit don't get realer than this, Fact And most niggas be cap, you heard That's a fact I'll always thank God He showed me my life I thought it was the light But the Lord deceived my eyes I thought it was a blessing The lesson was well disguised Thank God I ain't a felon My momma don't say goodbye I'm still covered in dirt I buried all my curses They tried to crucify me I came back and I nailed em Flippin' dots, to commas The realest you is gon' show in person I just left at bridge with their bodies on it That shit was burnin Left gwap and alls3t with 13th tatted on my neck When homie got locked, I was down to throw in 10 You ever put money on books before you 20 yet You ever pop out with your father dunkin' from the feds Two different houses, the same block With different mothers climbin' out the deep Where they couldn't save me, I'm treading water Breaking bread down just to eat, that's just the first order Running up the walls of this crockpot with my trenchbrothers OG tapping in, he said we should sit down Just hit rock bottom, what could he tell me now He told me he was proud and I looked at him like, how He said you hit the ground, but you the only one around Lord knows you're trying, and I can see it in you Rejuvenate on your faith, and that's how you'll continue Just keep on making your plate, cause that's what's on the menu Cause when it's time for your shot, they'll be the ones to pay for your venue Don't worry about em, don't be concerned about it Cause people talk a lot, but don't got nun to show behind it But if they want the ones then run the 30's, forget about it And if they see the sky, then make sure you don't know about it You'll be fine youngin Two different houses, the same block With different mothers climbing out the deep Where they couldn't save me, I'm treading water Breaking bread down just to eat, that's just the first order Running up the walls of this crockpot with my trenchbrothers