Gone

RIP Uncle Murray, for real And I'm gone, back to where I'm from Left that place a don, gave 'em what they want Couldn't even write songs for a month Batting average down I was in a slump Like Thursdays I got over the hump, cleanin' skeletons out my closet took 'em to the dump, yeah Had a tough time gaining back some trust puff puff fill my lungs without bud it was too much, yeah Lookin' back yeah I wish some things were different Had some malice in the club like the Pistons I was drippin' blood now I know my limits Had to focus up get back to the mission Still got blood stains on my sneaks from some beef I mean if I tweak they throw in the clink All I remember was washing blood in the sink my iPhone ring it's Cheech yeah I know she feelin' weak What the f*ck is goin' on only been here 'bout a week, almost hit the dial tone and had my niggas come and scheme Making beats back to work got an album comin' Know my worth face my problems no more runnin', I'm gone