[Verse 1]
Constantly in search of myself...
Leaves me wondering where in the hell I lost me in the first place
Maybe I just got it wrong my dudes knickle and dime sacs
up and out that pocket dawg

A new alternative instead of burning spliffs
Riding dirty in the whip with a burner and brick
Where I'm from, hitting a lick is all that we concerned with
As long as your pockets is polished with colorful politics

Shit is straight ain't it 'cause when you broke you a joke
And no one cares about the lane that a lame stays in
A lot peeps desceased or met death
Some for carrying a piece' I still pray in peace they rest

We doing well given the circumstances
Tryna get paid in full that's word to Manning
Obliged to grind 25/8 ain't talking Mary J.
If they tend to hate look'em straight in the face and say


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[Verse 2]
I've got a message for the ones who got they nose up in my business
Come to your senses before you try to say I'm defensive
A maximum sentence is what I've been granted up on this planet
Taking advantage of me can't say I haven't been damaged

But I continue to manage' I struggle but I hustle
You were counting on my downfall well sorry to burst your bubble
Trouble seems to find me yet I mind my own
Crazy how they envy the fact I'm setting standards on the microphone

Who are you to criticize the path I've chosen for myself
You ain't walk a mile in these black Nikes I been through hell
Enemies are out to get me got to look over my shoulder
Lord protect me before I end up where the tek be

Mastering the techniques in grey sweats and Wife-b
Never had it easy my family would neglect me
An unhappy soul that led to a cold heart
They wanna meet me at my grave but I ain't ready to depart


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[Verse 3]
I still think about the shit that done happened to Bad News
A couple of months later to Goof and then Duke
Now how the hell do I gradually' get on up right after losing friends and family
Man I swear I'm losing my sanity

Some doing time right now for pushing danity
... I guess providing in the gutters inhumanity
Now I hope you get it when I say that I don't want to fight
All I got is wrongs I figured that I should want to right

And so I write like it's the last time i'll ever pen
... The game's focused on the moment and setting a trend
Am I in the right era? Do I belong at all?
Rappers wanna ball I'm an artist tryna to find better

Intimate with the gift of rapping and laying bars
You don't got to get a hit to be a man of many scars
Feeling it when I spit and give'em a lyric charge
I gotta be a cynic out the clinic laying in the yard

I'm laying cards dealing what I was dealt
Independance off the rack you signed and seeing the shelf
I'm really being myself' you in the mirror imitating'em
Trying to make a classic like I'm coming out of 81

20 seconds game 7 sweating bullets
Hoping that I don't blow it you off I'm tryna pull it
So official, hooping after the whistle
Running till I'm covered in green like Kris Jo


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