| It would mean everything to me if we could take a holiday
|
| 'Cause you and I bone tired every night isn’t my idea of play
|
| And even our smallest dream is getting lean
|
| Never sees the light of day
|
| So it would mean everything to me
|
| You can fight but you won’t always win
|
| Somehow life finds a way to beat ya
|
| But I’ll come join ya in the ring
|
| Guess it shows just how much I need ya (Yeah, look)
|
| Twin died and I was in the 6
|
| I ain’t know him like that but still, shit
|
| Still, that’s ill shit
|
| Still, muhfuckas out here on that kill shit
|
| All this West Brighton verse the new shit, it ain’t new shit
|
| Dudes' crew switch and then lil' shit turn to funerals every fucking night
|
| R.I.P. |
| to Young Money Mike
|
| Like fuck it, right? |
| What the fuck is life?
|
| What’s the value of it? |
| They don’t value nothing
|
| And my little cousin up in Castle Hill
|
| Pray for his ass 'cause that Ave is real
|
| And he wanna rap and be a savage still
|
| But what can I say to him? |
| Them streets is raising him
|
| Hope it ain’t too late for him, Lord knows I pray for him
|
| Hope they don’t spray at him on some jealous shit
|
| Ain’t a good example, I been selling shit, but I gotta eat
|
| I gotta hella shit up on my plate so please don’t play with me
|
| Been on edge lately, shit ain’t a game to me, real talk
|
| Hungry, tryna figure out what a mill' cost
|
| Everybody lookin' up to me
|
| I gotta fuckin' lead and I’m still lost
|
| Shit is ill dawg, I mean I feel wrong
|
| Career poppin' off but my lil' dawgs
|
| Still trappin' shit to make ends meet
|
| Too much pride, they don’t end beefs
|
| Too much highs, they don’t think straight
|
| Too much times so they think weight the only way out
|
| Fuck the money and the fame now
|
| Just know I stayed down, yeah
|
| You can fight but you won’t always win (Always, always win, yeah)
|
| Somehow life finds a way to beat ya (A way to beat you, yeah, yeah)
|
| But I’ll come join ya in the ring
|
| Guess it shows just how much I need ya (How much I need you, I need you now,
|
| yeah)
|
| Yeah, and things ain’t the same at home
|
| Used to get ignored, now I’m hated on
|
| Still I’m miss the hood that made me jaded
|
| Every time I left that door, pray I made it home
|
| Girls is under me that used to overlook ‘em
|
| So I’m colder now, still I’m always cookin'
|
| She said, «That's why you lose people», guess that’s karma lookin'
|
| Must’ve lost my heart but I won’t bother lookin'
|
| Fuck it, I don’t need it
|
| When I had the shit, was always fuckin' bleeding
|
| When all I had was a sack of herb and a knack for words
|
| They couldn’t fuckin' read him
|
| Now they want a page in my chapter but they stay scripted
|
| Shit, this ain’t fiction, so I’m driving high as fuck, lane switchin'
|
| Tryna feel something but it stay missin', damn
|
| Shit is different for real, got me contemplating lifting the seal
|
| A couple homies got addicted to pills and now we barely talk
|
| When I see 'em, I get chills, swear to God, shit is surreal
|
| Used to say all we need piff and a mill'
|
| And I’m tryna quit, smokin' withdrawal is real
|
| Can’t imagine something harder, all these fucking problems
|
| Rest in my head, can’t rest in my bed
|
| Wrestle myself, I’m a mess in the flesh, yeah
|
| Still, I’m the best in the West, no, the best in the world
|
| Bitch, I’ll rest when I’m dead
|
| Told my dad I would go get this shit for us
|
| The day that he died, man, I made that a promise, yeah
|
| And I hate being dishonest
|
| Know he lookin' down on me and see that I’m on it but still
|
| You can fight but you won’t always win (Always, always win, yeah)
|
| Somehow life finds a way to beat ya (A way to beat you, yeah, yeah)
|
| But I’ll come join ya in the ring
|
| Guess it shows just how much I need ya (How much I need you, I need you now,
|
| yeah)
|
| There are days I would pay anything just to leave it all behind
|
| There are times I can’t find any light to get me through the daily grind
|
| I know you feel it too, seen just how long it takes you to unwind
|
| So it would mean everything to me
|
| It would mean everything to me if we could take a holiday
|
| 'Cause you and I bone tired every night isn’t my idea of play
|
| And even our smallest dream is getting lean
|
| Never sees the light of day
|
| So it would mean everything to me |