Hit Em' Wit It

Life flashing by speed racing three hundred and sixty Jelly filled interior know the paint crispy Love watching prostration when all odd against Been humbled and still prevailed know that Yah gone test me Can't hug ma on mothers day her favorite day was Christmas Tears on framed memories because all I got is pictures Learned to stop kissing hoes because that shit gave fever blisters Blueberry waffles turkey sausage Oj for breakfast Woke up feeling better than most Lately been on auto pilot on Yah roll and coast a Searching Brother to the truth of behind blurred lines And in due time lyrics will intertwine with the masses I'm trying tell you niggas I'm coming Be down one day But bet the next day I'm thumbing Depression drove to weed my medication for numbing Found myself following crowds but now I'm living for something Be yourself dog we all created for a reason I've been rooting and growing changing here like the seasons Southern soul food we love that shit with extra season Yea you fucked up but you tried let that be the reason Round and round we go Down the river we flow It's a cycle fasho what you put in it'll grow Really Ricky Bobby racing popping clutches n shit Done with Fronto I'm on Grabba you on swishers and shit Cherry picking you running on off dog where you going I see you niggas trying run it in but you ain't flowing And as I rise up with the sun you gone see I'm glowing And it ain't coming off the mind if it ain't frozen