Butterfly

More than a decade ago Was 15 years old perfecting the flow Had a real gift all I really did was spit Was living in the Rex I ain't gotta say what's next They will four five you They will glock you On my block they will smiff I, robot So I thought why not rap about ops getting dropped Like that one ride at Wonderland what a plan With my pen in hand wrote about pulling drivebys In my minivan Like a newspaper you will be nuff read Millimeter pump lead It goes down on these blocks like a crossword puzzle You do not want trouble That was all up in my writtens Like, you don't wanna use the mittens, for the clippin Cuz when you put the clip in, uh It might to get to slippin He might get to kickin and pick it up Then you get lifted up Better cop some sticky gloves, yup I was on the same shit that Pac was on Same shit that the Mobb was on But I was not a Don I was having fun Thank god my music didn't touch the ears of the man who was having none Yo, cuz of my environment That's the shit that I was rhymin with Yeah we pulled some missions but if we got caught We prolly would've got zero time for it Didn't stop us from filling our rhymes with bricks Pulling out fake guns for the camera and shit Pretend to be sick Eventually, the Inner me Heard me be an industry actor G So i quit fo' They can be clapping me What was weighing over my head - what's that Is maybe that I'll drown cuz I'll be in way over my head Y'all even heard what I said About the waves being over my head The main reason why I'm over and dead Wrote this in my head Turn the page over and said You're staring at the end Better believe the game's over my friend Writing with the same pen since grade 10 But didn't live a life so I had to pretend Writing with a pen until the sheet's end About ending beef when getting heat and Pointing at an enemy and squeezing See I thought that skills was enough for a million bucks All I gotta do is rap about hittng em up We had kids looking up to us Like a plane in the sky But we were so high We could put our mother fucking name in the sky Your vision ain't shit if your third eye blind We were living in hopelessness Yeah we know this kid But not noticing He focusing On the bullshittin We always in And he's thinking That what we sing is non-fiction We miss the witnessing Of a birth of a G who really can bring Beef to anyone, yes even if he's king Stay warm in the winter with the heat they bring But we were not listening To the cries for help If you keep your eyes open you can spot the signs for help But we were too busy nodding out We deserve to die in hell In present day Met a dude from around the way Knew him since he was a kid But now he's aged And now he's paid He made himself into a renegade Anytime he touch the road his pants are heavily weighed He's heavily paid No word of a lie he sell straps for the rent to be paid Hasn't really had enemies made Cuz he stays cold like hypothermia He might be burnin ya If he hasn't heard of ya Might be turning up and might be forcing ya To lift your weight to see if you pussies get a fucking hernia Met him on the map Give the man a dap Pulled up in a ride and we started rolling up Started smoking bud and then he told me stuff Exactly what he and his homies done Then he puffed twice Spit an ode to my old life My word my heart almost went bezerk When he referred to the guns that we would show In on our videos That's when he would know That this is a path that he would go I was about to talk but I start to cough Cuz I took a puff but I mustered up Enough mumbled stuff to cut him off Fam, those guns were all fake Yo we must've all took like 12 takes Yo, how many lives you take Matter fact don't answer that Don't you ever in your life dare answer back Did you really think that my raps Would show proof that I really was bagging crack What the f*ck is this shit homie? All these blicks on you You will not put this shit on me Ash on the blunt no puffs were took We both looked at each other with disgusted looks Him to me cuz fake heats were used Me to him for being easily influenced We both sat in silence Feelin old and tired like a car with mileage Then he start to smiling Said there's mans in these streets who are actually wilding And he one of them I happen to know He no hero He moves like a rodeo He cold like 40 below zero Better slow your roll and know your role Like a broadway show Cuz you never know who's watching slow Gotta let your brothers know Gotta let your sisters, sons and daughters know Life is not a joke You can caught up in a lot of woes Don't worry about ones on the block making Gs from a lot of rolls You should only worry about the honour roll Stay true to yourself like your honest yo Anything you dream is probable Stay away from the streets if possible But If you gotta do, cuz your pockets got dirt in it Don't let it be permanent Get the worst of it Out the way quick don't develop a thirst for it Your funds should never be an estimate Make sure you're investing in it Cuz wasting it is not in your best interest True Story