Yeah More Yeah More time with family and friends, more life More time to get it right It's only me but I'm seeing four shadows in the light My demons visit me every night To the most high I'm forever indebted I know I gotta pay something, I know that day's coming I put it all in the music Because if I don't say it here then I won't say nothing Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazing I need to start losing my shit Just to show you niggas who hatin' Too reserved like I called ahead for me and my lady Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting Ever since the blue basement I found God and I lost patience Between rocks and hard places of all places Spotted everywhere like Dalmatian Cops snoop around now 'cause all my dogs famous Please welcome the October fall baby Vaughan Road Academy, star player, my mind's not all there Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer People too scared to tell the truth so it's all dares Counted us all there and we all square Quick money, I'm in and out My dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinning out But shit, look at Dennis now All Stacy Adams and linnen'd out More blessings for Sandy and him, more life My parents never got it right, but God bless 'em both, I think we all alike We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change If we do get to do it twice in a another life Scared to go to sleep now 'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like Back when the bar I set for myself was out of sight Tell me how I went and did chin ups On this shit when I can't see it Pin ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier, soul sisters Inspired my old scriptures Now that feeling gone like them old pictures Mixing liquors got us both twisted Words get so vicious, you just stare at me While you roll Swishers Girl I love you, but I don't miss you And no matter what year it is I'm an 06'er Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school man Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy 2 percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it Got two of my niggas off with a not guilty Gave back to the city and never said it If I didn't live it but still they try to tell you I'm not the realest Like I'm some privileged kid that never sat through a prison visit Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon I never worked to get it But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories That's gotta stop though You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo If you ask me though you ain't lining the trunk with kilos You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas Like 'this what we need to be on,' but you never went live You middle man in this shit, boy you was never them guys I can tell 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes And you'll be trying to sell that story for the rest of your lives Can't show us where the cash is Me, I don't judge, I'm just going off what the math is Numbers inflated They all look at me like, 'What have you done for me lately?' I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest Aw baby, stop debating, I'm just a creative My numbers out of this world No wonder they got me feeling so alienated You were the man on the moon Now you just go through your phases Life of the angry and famous Rap like I know I'm the greatest Then give you tropical flavors Still never been on hiatus You stay xanned and perked up So when reality set in you don't gotta face it I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy Is you crazy?

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