| Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal
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| If I die today my nigga was it business? |
| Was it personal?
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| Should this be my last breath I’m blessed cause it was purposeful
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| Never got to church to worship lord but please be merciful
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| You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive
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| Now you chose me for purpose I put my soul in these verses
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| Born sinner, was never born to be perfect
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| Sucka for women licking their lips and holding these purses
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| Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers
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| Teachers treated niggers as if they totally worthless
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| And violent, and hopeless
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| I saw but never noticed that the college is right to be Or that you can be bosses
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| Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don’t know if this is the realest shit I ever wrote
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| But know that the realest nigga wrote this
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| And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you would find it And knew one day that you would come back and rewind this, singing…
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| I’m a born sinner
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| But I got better tonight, swear
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| Yeah, this music shit is a gift
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| But God help us make it cause this music business is a cliff
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| I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist
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| She screaming: «Don't let me slip»
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| She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips
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| True when I told you: «You the only reason why I don’t flip and go insane»
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| My roof in the pouring rain
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| You knew me before the fame, don’t lose me the more I change, you
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| Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me I smoke you gon’smoke with me Woman’s curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse
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| I go Bobby you go with me damn
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| Listen here, I’ll tell you my biggest fears
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| You the only one who knows them
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| Don’t you ever go expose them
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| This life is harder than you’ll probably ever know
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| Emotions I hardly ever show
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| More for you than for me Don’t you worry yourself
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| I gotta do this for me They tell me life is a test but where’s a tutor for me Pops came late I’m already stuck in my ways
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| Ducking calls from my mother for days
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| Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised
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| Can’t wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say
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| Except |