Confessionals

I should have stopped it then I don't know what was wrong with me, but.. But I'll face up to it now What do you want to know, Marshall I'll tell you what you want to know I got a confession I'm tired of the way I.. I got a.. Alright, check it I got a confession I'm tired of the way that I've been living hate this feeling Of the lows on a ride to a million Who I'm kidding Cool cat But I always knew the difference between mentions and disses The memory vivid You niggas just like Hillary Clinton No matter how you run it, you still ain't winning Been rapping with my rhymes in circles while the vinyl spinning Been on the path searching for my purpose since the beginning Now I think I get it I got a confession It's about that time I count my blessings So I robbed the reverend Found out my secret talent, but it can't get me to heaven You see I'm bruising tracks beautifully my verbs the weapon Still cruising riding with brutal heat I love my Smith & Wesson Goggles on, no lab coat These loops is what I'm testing This ain't even what y'all asked for But f*ck what y'all requested Told them that I'm a asshole I make music to digest it I'm the man with the mad flows I got a confession Said I got a confession I got a.. Said I got a confession I got a.. Yeah, I got a compress it Mix the EQ man, I got a compress it Yo, mix that Heard y'all got a suggestion F*ck what you asked for Man I'm out of suggestions Out my way Man I'm out of confession I'm out of.. Told you niggas I'm out of.. Im out of em