EXOTIC PRAYER RUGS (feat. Jadin Alexander)

I used to sell my dope by my neighbor's house, Miss Juanita We used to stare when she wore her favorite blouse, child please She used to laugh when we asked to take her out, but I made it count, Some baked macaroni greens and a plate of trout Those were the days I couldn't stay without My best friend's father came and I shaved an ounce Never charged him the same amount All he used to say is, don't tell my son, too much shame and doubt Don't tell me that you know what pain's about My mama used to pray I'd take the safest route I finally did, then she got dementia Can't remember, she'll never mention I made it out It hurts more when the shit's true How you've been taking care of your mother longer than she did you? A group home baby, a foster child with a sick view What I lived through, don't ever misconstrue a nigga who miss screws We constantly tried to skip school, couldn't follow their strict rules Bible scriptures we flipped through A devil in disguise cause I spin the block with a silent fury, So when the beef is brewing I'm pulling up like I'm Guy Fieri Don't judge me cause I've seen that look in the eyes of juries, Trapped in a six by nine, it's like you're alive and buried Damn, got the nerve to ask why I'm introverted You can hear a pin drop vividly when they sent the verdict Watching big bro scrub his necks with bleach and some dish detergent Saying ran, you can hear the kindest words from the slickest serpents Now every so-and-so got some bricks to purchase We all bosses, we're the frickin' workers, stick to verses, I ain't felt your presence, but you can feel mine's when I enter the room, cause either you heaven sent or get sent to heaven I just pray I get to see the day, my beard is gray, Jerry Krause could never change the way that Michael Jordan played Tie your lace, some niggas played the porch, I played the crate I watched smokers touch the sky, they found God before mace Look, catechism as a child, shit harder as I got older The chip on my tooth can't compare to the shit on my shoulder Pictures of Hova inspired me while sipping the soda My family was never far, but shit that pistol was closer Look, chemo got my aunt, dialysis got my grandma Pops a diabetic, Barbados trip for the tan line I cooked the onion before I got booked in public Back to back with fab, now bitches in Brooklyn love it Look, rough rider, volume one, I'm knocking drag puffer Bag touching, it's a cash subject, we don't ask nothing Where that paper at? Make that bed up, hot niggas lay you flat Too young to shave his face, it's funny how he shaving crack Paper plates at the barbecue, playing your favorite tracks Chilling freestyle, so I don't know why auntie chasing smack Gym star, my favorite Nigga, I'm bringing razors back in Arkansas with it Calipari with the razorbacks Thirst to let his pistol do him filthy, so he can't relax Karma don't move fast enough, this life, he wasn't made for that Scared to leave the park when it's storming, they hit the story Stop drinking champ, you're not going to get to talk with Nori Clap the new dog food Niggas out here feeling, take a nap and feel famous I got niggas out here dreaming, what's the reason? Look, Ransom and Pablo, I'm like a fossil rolling Fondo Tough to leave shots, screaming, Mujando, Dato One When these lyrics bleed, it's uncontrollable, my spirit leaves I hear the trees behind me On the margins is where you find me Overgoing procedures to be the people's champ, son of D-Drug But will the bloodline ever be free of mental bondage? Appropriation disguised as homage, I got it Acknowledge the optics of erotic, exotic, generational hatred, so episodic Not to mention the dementia that tugs at my Nana's conscience But I still follow the doctrine because of these melodic ways to pray From days I was unresponsive