CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : SS2

p*ss smelling through the hallways
I was tripping for a minute had to get it back together, that’s what God say
Crime’ll get you 25 to life or in a pine box, what my mom say
Dreams of f**king with Beyonce
Dreams of daddy kicking dope & Bombjay
Lil bro started rapping told him he gon own his masters, you ain't Kanye
Ain’t no disrespect Yeezy I just needed reference points to keep it greasy
Back when I was 17 pushing cd’s, MySpace glitching going Nefertiti
Drake was on ascension, I was in detention, n***a stared skipping, muthaf**k attendance, uh
Back & forth like it’s Aaliyah’s prime
My decisions, it could lead to crime
Time is money but I need divine
I put my trust in what my spirit says
Eyes open, I don’t fear the dead
Vegetarian for two weeks, heard the veggies lead to clearer head (heard that sh*t keep you real regular, my n***a, for real)

These days I wake up & struggle with balance
Cup runneth over, God flooded my chalice
Temptation strikes I could lean into malice
Assume I’m above it & succ*mb to fallacies
Born into royalty I’m where the palace be
Two story housing I feel inadequacy, huh
Water water water drown liver
25 I started brown liquor
27 started smoking Kush
'Til my third eye got a violent push
Kundalini causing head pressure
Better practices’ll hold me down
Isolated cause I lack trust
Often I cry randomly I do not know why but act up
And my my sensitive ways turn to mac trucks
Dr. Jekyll Mr. LaCue
Smiling faces turn to n***a f**k you’s
Pharaoh minded modern Timbuktu
n***as like Cue you ain’t relevant
I stopped for a moment, got hesitant

At first, like everybody else, I was insulted
I'm 'post to feel about that
But then I had to check myself a little bit and be like:
"You know, you probably not as important as you think you are, man"

But reality strikes
Mentality like
That of a delicate man under strike
Wanting his rights
Afraid of heights
But ready to fight
Iron Mike tight
Boxing my obstacles
I’m not unstoppable
Some sh*t being weighing so heavy it feel like my bed don’t want me take flight & I’m like (Sheesh)
What is the point of it all?
God
Thank you for breaking my falls
I now understand you were just looking out when I thought you were breaking my balls
From the contracts to the slithery snakes who made it their right to involve
I gave n***as more cause I thought they deserved it I had to be shown I was wrong
Mmm
Guess I could put it in songs
Sometimes I wanna say f**k being calm meditation won’t cut off this harm
Back when betrayal would get you deceased or at least they would cut off ya arm
Now n***as sit comfortably warm
But who am I to say what’s wrong or right?
Karma karma gotta way of moving
All I have it how I choose to do it
My interactions leave a real impression
If I don’t seek the truth I’m truly ruined
Back to where all of it started
Source inner standing my problems
Above it all I know God really got it
(Above it all, I know God got it, man)