AMNESTY

Lately I've been on my faith shit Looking up to God, and I promised Him I'll make it This ain't no façade, really hope He see I'm chasing Cause He been the only one who knows what I be facing Self pity wrapped around myself like a blanket Told my mom I'll make it, now I gotta fake it Parents gave it up when they came, I can't waste it Still ain't live the life that they want, I forsake it So I spend my nights, getting drunk, getting wasted Lookin for peace in a bottle Or faith in a motto, or love in a model I'm drowning out the sorrows, I push it for tomorrow And I wake up feeling better on a high that I borrowed But I ain't done enough, I ain't done enough I look to Arjun and he saying you ain't one of us I spend my days looking for ways I can run it up I wanna live forever, I can't be a runner up Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents I sat back, but I never slacked, I needed time Healing from my demons, now I write my story every rhyme I ain't in a rush, bitch I own the finish line Best believe if I go for the top, I'ma make it mine I saw they had a few doubts, I had to cut them all out I thought I'd see em at the top I guess they wanna miss out They said we got a couple problems, wanna figure it out I told em go and kick rocks, I had to cut the bitch out But I don't need to be abrasive, bitch I know I been him Why you tryna hang when you made me independent Claiming that you gang, you ain't even competition Get up out my lane, you ain't ever see the vision I be staying in the hills Meditating on the dubs while they sitting on their bills I can't play the dove while they're going for the kill If they show me fake love, I'm the one to keep it real I'm the one to keep it real Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents Hands folded, my heart devoted, I stay the coldest I stand loaded, write my tragedy like I'm a poet Neck golden, I noted my sins every moment God gave me amnesty, so I could tear up my opponents