Pinball

I'm making plays and you bitches takin bumps, like pinball Off the rails, jump to conclusions Flying like Tidball Shit hits the fan Losers get loose feet But I stand tall Praying to God with this riddim Making a chin call Nail in the coffin, I'm often thinking I'm done for good But the reasons I stay, I defend 'em more than I probably should Break a habit, I haven't yet But I maybe would Riches or rags? I prop em both like I'm Robin Hood Vinny said that he liked "SAFE." and it's the last chapter I love him, but I got issues that keep me going backwards I'm all for development, 'cause I'm healing from the hazards I say I'm one with the masses, its time to kill the masters Long color display on each of my chains Go check the backbox 3 years The scores are the same Don't need an alibi I'll kill 'em all No shame in my game You're telling me you smoked 5 blunts and can't say my name? Pick up a couple from Casey's I'm talking pastries, daily Just think of having more patience That'll lead you straight to safety They can't take care of themselves But insist on havin babies "Don't make a fool of yourself" That's how I'm feeling lately I sent a text to a guy I used to know Some apologies and probably he's out there on the road I wish things could be so different But I know we gotta grow See me showing my true feelings Think I'm putting on a show I'm making plays And you bitches taking bumps, like pinball Off the rails, jump to conclusions Flying like Tidball Shit hits the fan, but I won't back down, yeah, I won't fall Praying to me and my rhythm, my circle stays small Riches or rags? I prop 'em both like I'm Robin Hood Break a habit, I haven't yet, but I maybe would Reasons I stay, I defend 'em more than I probably should Nail in the coffin, I often think that I'm done for good