Lyrics Karma - PROF

Karma

It’s how I got this way, karma’s a dangerous game.
Cash out when I’m on top,
forgive me, forgive me.
It’s how I got this way, karma’s a dangerous game.
Cash out when I’m on top,
forgive me, forgive me.
I was born on the wrong side of karma, so naturally I have a lot of punishment
to dish out.
My position is appointed, so don’t get mad at me for giving hell,
it is the job I was born with.
Oh this punk here looks too happy, let’s take his bike and shoes so he can’t
cruise past me.
And I’m feeling like shit from my daddy, so tomorrow I’m a fuck with that fat
bitch Cassie.
She’ll cry in front of the mirror when she gets home, have herself a daughter
and make sure she gets pissed on.
Similar to why my papa got his wrist blown, found him up north in the tub with
the kids gone.
Breath in breath out, be strong.
It’s how I got this way, karma’s a dangerous game.
Cash out when I’m on top,
forgive me, forgive me.
It’s how I got this way, karma’s a dangerous game.
Cash out when I’m on top,
forgive me, forgive me.
Daddy in the cop car, momma in the summer dress, when will we figure out that
we have had enough of this.
Nothing is fair so don’t expect a refund, each one is his own learn one teach
one.
I’ve learned one taught one, first jump at the age of 9 on the church steps,
started with my shirt on,
Return home alone skinny shirtless, I told him I lost it he told me I was
worthless.
And if I told you I was angry, would you believe that the next day I knife with
me?
Would you believe that I kept it that way, until one day I won an argument and
took a life with me?
Papa died on a Wednesday, opened up the shades and sit down and pray,
Make sure sometime this week you whoop a dudes ass, make them understand how
the world got this way.
It’s how I got this way, karma’s a dangerous game.
Cash out when I’m on top,
forgive me, forgive me.
It’s how I got this way, karma’s a dangerous game.
Cash out when I’m on top,
forgive me, forgive me.