| Our friendship seemed to be based on what I could do for you, homie
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| The sad fact is I’m the type of person that would take two for you, homie
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| You ever give so much till a muhfucker can’t give no more?
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| Give so much of his soul that he feel he can’t live no more?
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| What you want from me? |
| You want blood from me, want another
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| dub from me, money?
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| You wanna drain me of every single motherfucking drop of love
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| from me, money?
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| I can feel the eyes staring at me even when it’s dark, even when it’s cold
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| I can feel Allah staring at me even though I’m marked, even though I’m old
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| Y’all are just some «gimme"muhfuckers, «take more off Vinnie"muhfuckers
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| Never giving back, don’t know how to act, just a bunch of shitty muhfuckers
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| Gradually night goes on, gradually life goes on
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| It’s tearing me apart, never really thought that I’d have to right this
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| wrong I don’t think I’m anti-love, I just think I’m anti-y'all
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| I just think I’m anti-every-muhfucker-tryna-plan-my-fall
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| I was never planning to be great, something that began as a mistake
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| But me being me, mama always told me I should always share what’s
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| on the plate
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| And just waking up is enough of a struggle today
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| And most of these phonies that’s close to me push me away
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| But there ain’t no reason I’m keeping this enemy deep in my veins
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| Cause I love the pain
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| And just waking up is enough of a struggle, I don’t wanna deal with
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| the darkness
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| Have a motherfucker laid up by himself tryna heal from the conflict
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| Ever have someone close to you tell you that you really can’t when you can?
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| I wouldn’t know nothing 'bout that bullshit and that’s the stamp of a man
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| And the same one who blamed me, the same one who defamed me
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| Can’t make his own cash, can’t wipe his own ass like a baby
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| Everything is past or it’s light, everything is passion and hate
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| Everything is everything and I don’t think I need to keep a track
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| of the date
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| Everybody take what I offer, everybody play like a pauper
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| The same ones with they hands out, be the same ones that hate when
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| I prosper
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| Tryna be a gentleman of sorts, tryna be a better man, of course
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| Tryna set a living, understand that I’ma always be a veteran of loss
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| What’s the physiology of love? |
| What’s the physiology of pain?
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| What’s the physiology of every single person that will probably
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| get to reign?
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| I don’t like when liberty is wrong, I don’t like when misery is gone
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| I can tell all y’all one thing: all y’all gone' miss me when I’m gone |