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I’m still trying to trust what my wife says
I feel the pain in them future tears that she might shed
I reminisce when that shank was taped to my right leg
I came a long way from them cookies stuck to the white bread
Juvenile delinquent trying to prove what I was thinking
Maneuver like I’m drinking, you’re assuming that I’m sinking
Me and my shooters like brothers, he knew when I was blinking
Run up on you in your booth, treat your medulla like it’s Lincoln’s
Y’all kind of knew, I’ll let it sink in
No need to pursue it ‘cause I been king
But I been in them sewers where it’s stinking
Blood from a tortured soul that’s flowing fluid through my ink pen
Implying I’m the one, defiance with the gun
What’s the point of chasing some bread if you’ll be dying over crumbs?
The truth is always seen and almost never heard
That’s why when that altercation took place, I never said a word
They say that a proper burial ground is what our death deserves
But how you’re six feet underground and never left the curb?
That’s kind of deep, just let me catch the words
What kind of sheep runs from a sheepherder?
Never followed any consensus, I been came to my senses
I told y’all people what the one percent is
And I ain’t want to vent it, but I’m back with a vengeance
I know that chasing pennies got to stink, that’s what the scent is
It’s kind of vivid like I dreamt this
But can’t make out the faces of haters who might resent this
You might have you a couple of artists that might attempt this
But you’ll be just comparing a father type to apprentice
Live by the gun and die shooting it
I pray I never use it again, I pray that I don’t get used to me not using it
(Y’all know what I’m talking about) Yeah
I pray that I don’t get used to me not using it
Hold on, still got this verse so you can feel it
I wrote a [?] letter once but I couldn’t seal it
Addressed it to the game, there was things that I couldn’t deal with
Money don’t change your character, homie, it just reveals it
There’s no exceptions, there’s no discretions
‘Cause trying to judge a life you never lived is your preference
You’ve never been where I’ve been, so why would I take directions
Our point is not the same, it’s like Kyrie to [?], a solid question
This child is destined for his blessings
But if you want some peace, you prepare for war with aggression
How could you sleep when all your n***as die
I’m just trying to rest in peace while I am still alive, you feel the vibe
I still abide by street politics, and I know it’s ill-advised
Don’t point that liquor out for your homie, point it to the sky
(Yeah, hold your bottles up, my n***a, to the sky)
Don’t point that liquor out for your homie, point it to the sky

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