Worries Interlude

Maybe I won’t make it Tell me I’m your favorite Maybe I been chasing Just another day shift I’m running out of patience Looking for a way in I’m running out of pavement Trying to make a statement I'm losing sight of basics I’m way too busy aching So I don’t need the fakin' I hope it ain’t contagious, cause Maybe I won’t make it Tell me I’m your favorite Maybe I been chasing Just another day shift I’m running out of patience Looking for a way in I’m running out of pavement Trying to make a statement I'm losing sight of basics I’m way too busy aching So I don’t need the fakin' Skinny little nigga with the polo Born Sinner shuffle and I’m skating in a four door Still ain’t got my L’s yet Permit in the mail bet Nappy head intentions But the grin’ll never tell that Addy to the crib Face down phone that’s how it is Then it’s rearrange a couple ribs You know how we live Use it as a pill for the pain Hit the sank Then find another bitch to link It go Maybe I won’t make it Tell me I’m your favorite Maybe I been chasing Just another day shift I’m running out of patience Looking for a way in I’m running out of pavement Trying to make a statement I'm losing sight of basics I’m way too busy aching So I don’t need the fakin' Hope it ain’t contagious, cause Momma been tripping We argue, I’m dipping I’m fed up with mixing These fucking restrictions With others depiction Of pot that I’m pissing When really it’s pops that’s prescription Won’t listen, but lended what I thought was living While back home it’s friction As thick as them grits in the kitchen I swallow Decision, decision Don’t know my sis Mmm It’s felt like 6 Years do I even revisit that bridge F*ck is we kids Guess silence is bliss And I don’t even trip Sense of regret never slip from these lips Wish that this wasn’t the gist Not a miss Or no pics, reminisce Only come from the bottle I sip Pray that it’s not too late The love of the paper chase I fear for my brothers sake Quick money, more grams, and a hand that’s then learned just to gravitate Towards rags, and a race with the pistol draped Imitate these street niggas and call it fate Penetrate a f*ck nigga, the after taste Is no worry, I bury knees nightly to pray for your better place Ain’t got no father I flex and I swear that it really don’t bother a nigga But f*ck it I’ll get it regardless And wonder why I move like, nigga that’s heartless The covers excuses like shit I’m an artist So double the roster with shorty's I’ll never hit back To the sparking when really deep down know I’m Starving for that thing that niggas call love Wait