Look, I was always told you cant make it make sense dont it So Ill be out the country the phone off, f-ck it Grown from when I was But took something away out of moment I suffered So yall can go on and it Theres a reason that Im baby girl she gotta practice patience I plan on my ways Im just procrastinating Putting it off like Ill be in a casket layin both my parents going crazy as the pastors praying Prideful, I even succumb when Im defeated All it do is get me mad, and Im heated I come from a family of drunks, Im the one succeeded So nowadays I talk to God nothing is needed Im I dont speak the language of Rappers in the closet, but wont hang it up Im only trying to what they attempt to destroy We had a perfect game it was Jim Joyced Check it, was once so majestic Is now only adored by I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I cant it But when something gives you nightmares, can you to recollect it If you can know them odds stacked Airplanes aint shooting stars, you B.O.B. that I found out when paper Some will sell their soul and deal the repercussions later
With every curve throw shot that blows, Im still here It be the ones thats pretending to know that really no Idea I let em all go ahead and speak my name How far you gonna reach for Go and fuck up your career I dont care, cause they have no
2] So sick its livid, all pics are A stiff of being gifted, gotta be to live with His critics, misquote him and tidbits So hes mislabeled, misunderstood, I was misinformed or misguided I went and got advice from a dude that wouldnt it And give out that lesson for free Without a grudge, but I the past present with me So every morning on the up, and shes applying make up Im all the different ways for us to break u Women a tendency to get fickle Predictable, lie and say his little It be the ones you could see yourself with Giving you a lecture about you neglect her Couple years in, the strip club will her And shell act like you aint have them same habits you met her When you cant her You dropping hints for her to read between the lines But act like Fantasia Itll be so much to be said but no one will it The will be over but no one will say it A doomed fate, living who youd soon hate Ex partners trying to co-exist as roommates you go through it youll believe it And youll never give a woman more than youll her to leave with
3] How can the fans think us rappers are find anything about that logic thats sensible Im thinkin they should better off of principle To them action heroes, to labels were Expendables My old approach was Some started thinkin their 15 of fame was extendable They dont cherish the moment like they probably Once stars submitted they act Hollywood Gwapped up stacks to Now youre being chauffeured in the of whips, life styles immaculate Out of touch with reality, Ill help you get a of it Success breeds change, but so does a of it The homies out subliminals, Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four is the minimal Since you aint from the Ill help and tell you the way it works Say a nigga snitching, Im saying show me the paper I dont get why the inferior to diss me of my city, when I go take a part of it with me I think god will understand was part of my misery So instead of forgive me its father ya dig me? Spectated to see if Id get checkmated Less progress brings less hatred which would it I the hard way somethings are better kept sacred at given em your all, youll just be left naked