Goodness Gracious

Fresh out Grace's sippin mimosas Couldn't wait to jot this down so I can quote this Living with the sins of the father, just being open Had to find my distance, it's getting harder to cope with Dash reporting live from the bricks, we blitzing like Seattle Rappers tryna spar with the god, but all you niggas cattle Pitiful, shooting subliminals, don't wanna battle Slaughter with the content is pivotal, can't be nothing after Deuce out the roof but I'm riding with two pieces Flipping through the hood with a goddess, it's our secret 8900 the future, that's what I'm preaching But it starts with the rise of the G.O.A.T., you all see it Since the days of MadTV, I been a head case Hoping I don't play the Wide Receiver to a shell case Free my nephew Tim hoping it dine with that cell case Since a YOUNGIN, we been outside like a tailgate This month make 8 years I been sober My son is getting older, but love is getting colder The World is getting colder, it's close to being over I just want my baby boy to look at me like Hova But my luck is saying Nah son Really that's the biggest Pun Spiral outta pocket, that'll get you spun Ain't no biggie, fighting for my life, gotta see the Sun Rays and watch my son raise Even through those pitch black days it'll be okay The Writings on the Wall, ask my nigga George Shake this shit up while we young I don't have a choice