deadeye

Head on a cross, they never told us how to deal with loss They want me dead, impossible Don't get caught up on what your homie said, that boy don't know me The f*ck's a head crack or jumbled thought, pussy I milly rock on writers-block I double-stuff a thot, then mush her pops and trot right out the spot, the f*ck you thought pussy I'm too official I took the torch and burned that boss up, 'gon blow that whistle I packed like 50 niggas in a hooptie, ride around the fort like who 'gon shoot me, boy aim for the head 'Cus if you don't, you won't believe it how I talk, but you 'gon get run out them socks faster than Yves Saint Laurent or Fendi You wouldn't believe it, but he sent me nigga, keep your cool, that mean don't reach for tools, that shit 'gon tempt me He tried to duck, that sent me If brodie take a peak at'chu, you in the ash before they bless me I'd dump until it's empty, shit it's never empty I cant keep talking 'bout my life like it's in hieroglyphics Cant finish a sentence without thinking 'bout my wife and children Cant go on a walk to clear my thoughts without thinking about my sister sinning I don't got answers for my dawgs that ask me how I'm living I answer questions like I'm unforgiving I ask myself "what is this life I'm living?" I turn to bash like that's the piece that's missing He on my ass, I cant be 'sleep or slipping We built a trap, we in that peak position We only talk about what's wrong then bitch about it with no inquisition I write these songs tryna complete this mission I right my wrongs through a mental detention She come along tryna relax my tension Left her belongings on my coffee table Willing and able, all types of suspension I do her favors so she know I'm different she turn the tables, I'm in sub position I rub her back but she don't do commitment She love me back, she still don't do commitment F*ck it, do us both a favor, I'm blessed to be able I'm somehow stuck in all my ways but still kick it on both sides of the table Could never fake, don't mix FABO with fables Let 'em eat cake, them niggas ass kissing anyways Love to rep my gang, I never got it in or made a play Still a bit more harder than you single fathers anyways I done got off track then got that bitch back in a major way Now I'm 'bout them racks, I'm finna save it for that rainy day Blow through half a stack and put the rest away for King and Faith I hold my heart, they never told us we doomed from the start I hold my heart, they never told us we doomed from the start I pen my thoughts and call it art, I'm just playing my part