Lyrics Pitiful - Tha God Fahim

Pitiful

nigga, why we can’t?
Straight up
Uh
Just let that ride for a second
Uh
And keep your head up young man
This world that we live in is now gettin' like quicksand
It takes you down slow, so it’s harder to rise
I gotta recognize where the issue lies
My mind’s a weapon I specalize in
It’s no surprise in the hate that I’m gettin' is not the act of wise men
Defiant, some people are so foolish
I see a nail, I got a hammer?
I’ma use it
And woman no cry now
for the bullshit to die down
You niggas so pitiful;
I push the coupe, chains on, you pitiful?
Blast the Koch, leave you layin' in critical
Doctors said the chances that you make it is minimal
I’m livin' by the God’s constitution
All you niggas bitin' my style, pay restitution
I’m winnin' while you dudes losin'
As I get closer to the finish, all you dudes snoozin' (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Gotta prioritize, play it smart
Twelve lurkin' after dark, waitin' on a nigga, Lord
Gotta plan, plot, strategize, better recognize
All these fakes that you see in your third eye
Mind is a weapon that I specialize in
They crooked-owl smiles like camouflage
Sometimes, then, that’s why I
Keep my third eye open, trust in my intuition, I hope you listenin'
Kids dyin', single mothers come up missin'
Now who payin' for the funeral costs?
Cold world, the weak souls lost
Better stay strong and prioritize
Know this life hard, Lord, get blasted on the cardboard
Uh, I’m eatin', these white boys get away with murder
The same case a Black man is in with the court with
Why I’m walkin' 'round with it, nigga, yeah
Everybody wake up with the same chance to get it, nigga
Ridin' with Tha God, stack pay 'til the richest, nigga
God Fah got a problem?
I’m like «Bruh, pick a nigga»
Br-r-r-r!