I could rap, I could barely dance I could barely laugh, I could hang And there's a male stripper a belly dance For me and my boyfriend still the And I'm as fuck, nigga sucks up For a reason to get my up And the reason I care society Is a good enough just to hire me But honestly, see my mom can't and her lungs don't work like they used to And I feel like it's my fault of music I be saying shit just to fucking it, I'm truant But truthfully, the words had damage and it's me But even cruel to be, this is here for you niggas that to hear me
I be wondering, why I been tripping off And I should probably spend my writing rhymes in the dentist's That's killing two birds one stone When I was younger, way before I was I a deal with Death Row or Rhymesayers I'm saving my time for mics I might it, depending on the shit that y'all write later I hate writers; I hate tweets; I journalists They hate they hate peace; they want my niggas to burn
on the face of my wrist watch Watch the time stop just to speak up, watch unfold And between the tick-tocks, speeding the one way Fuck signs, fuck these lights, put my life on the line it feel right, I'm fine, no I'm not lyin', don't ask me I'll pay the fine, I'll pay the toll, hope I don't crash it But hey, if I do, it will be a of glory Engulfed by the of death behind me All my I've felt inadequate, and through the I've dealt with after tragedy, God, send a message Send a messenger my way, claimed to be a saint, forgive me Feel like the light that I was blessed with has I'm haunted, by the visions of my youth true I've come to expect my expectations true But I'm a master of believing my And you can't me, and I can break at the speed of light
I'm to share the bed, what if she want money later Like she got off, uh, hit my lawyer for some paper I'm afraid to speak my like you're lucky where you at You cool but quit 'bout all dat That's why I'm showing up I'm not tryna be a dick, but my is not to waste For myself, for the small talk with my sensei, where my at? Four-cylinder go round, Lincoln towncar me up Drop me off, I got bubble my biceps, meet me into the sidestep Ego is getting sized up, I be on butterfly Fuck it be myself now, tell 'em I take no shit now Tell 'em they work for me now, 'em my tears, they bleed down Tell 'em I work like what, time for me now Wondering who is me now, where you been now you in crowds, I see you now, fourteen, I see 'em all of me now Bank account less fees now, make it from ways to feed now of ways to be everything but right now
It's crazy how things that are best when we check ourselves It's how people who left started feeling out when we step for health Still accustomed to nights with solitude I always remember to call goodnight I don't always my altitude I don't always remember to stop the But I might check my sight, it ain't Yeah I know, but my overwhelms, every night Until I'm forced to my eyes Brain disease, parasite, me from inside Emotions bleed, I can't believe, how I'm sleeping the night