I mean, whattup?
A lot is countin’ on ya
Your women sidin’ with ya partners, why they plottin’ on ya?
We might never understand, no one’s there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Can’t depend on them, why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made ’em go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin’ moments I see shit
Can’t look me in the eyes then it’s somethin’ you don’t agree with
Perhaps I’m too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations
From where gangsters only talk cocaine, it ain’t no other language
Awkward interviews discussin’ my inner views on life itself
Figure me pretentious, evading mischief by writing hymns
Labels shown interest, no showers are showin’ interest
Both old ladies show resentment, resented my show of interest
Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment
Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin’, we always arguin’
It sucks we always arguin’, but she started it
Moms believe, I grew up on the farm with no understandin’
Kevin’s stupid, tell him anything, he won’t understand it
Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won’t understand it
Stolen cars, open charges, matchin’ blunts blowin’ each other charges
Summer ’08 me and Menance in a Daytona charger
Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull off in the front
Ain’t no VIP, got nook in front, pockets got the mumps
Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung
Keep that on the tuck, it go kkk if you uh
Got two people livin’ in me, one the realest one a killer
Luca Brasi, he a sinner, Kevin trynna be a Christian
Seems life is less fulfilling when livin’ is unattended
Performin’ rituals to whatever God that’ll listen
Had a lot of prayers answered, ain’t had to sit in no buildin’
Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I’m in the buildin’