[Intro: Self-Conshus]
Conshus
Going in on this... Too sentimental
Reminiscing about the old days *Chance the Rapper adlib*
sh** ain't ever gonna be the same
[Verse 1: Self-Conshus]
(It's like)
Man I really miss the old days
Where we would watch cartoons and we shoot the hoops all day
Quarter water and a group in my backyard
I would give it all to see my main man Charles
Things ain't never been the same
I'm caught up in a life where there's nothing left to gain
And I'm struggling
So do I drop the mic and start with drug hustling
Sell out on my dreams for the green from my government
Pa** the herb because I need to get my mind right
Dropping stones in my sleep for this lime light
I just pray to god I make it when the times rights
Told the devil he can step up out my lime light
I'm the son of man with a plan and my rhymes tight
I can even feed a dick to a blind dyke
Doing hand stands for your man and a Klondike
Paraphrase it because that sh** ain't even sound right
Blasting off like rockets with murder on my mind
A premeditated physic who is only righteous
Aiming for your mind
When I spit these deadly bullets
Yelling "run the sh**" my gun go click was I the one to pull it
I'm having amnesia
All I see is cop's lights then I have a seizure
Damn this was never in the plan
I got street struck with me thinking I'm the man only for a gram (and)
[Hook: Self-Conshus]
This the realest sh** I ever wrote
And I hope that you can vibe to it
Getting lost in marijuana smoke
But don't you ever call this high music
I need to balance out my lows
Did I take the right rode?
I don't know
I need to balance out my lows
Did I take the right rode?
Only god knows
[Verse 2: Komatose]
(Yo
Balance em
Uh)
And I guess it's my turn
Stay fly with my guys who bite the piper
For reeling in some unreal sh**
Smite the vipers
Getting high just to get by and this what I burn
I earned this sh**
You earned urine burning from all the dick
You been giving to chicks
Ridden a b**h
With HIV tips
This is unreal for these kids
What has weed did
I mean done, for fun we run dumb
Good memories, hear us roll like drums
I mistake myself for others in better positions
Bust on lots of women and crush the opposition
Christen the ending of my mission with victory juice
Mystery in the booth, I do this in memory of Proof
I'm a homeless homie who ropes in nobody
Smoking lonely while the potent reach my nose, G
My feet cramp up cause I walk all the time
Unwind cause I'm binded together by my mind and time
Fine lines crossed when I spit it like Nas
Rapid fire for your desire, forget it, I'm dying (man)
[Hook 2: Komatose]
This the realest sh** I ever wrote
And I hope that you can vibe to it
Getting lots of marijuana smoke
But don't you ever call it high music
I need to balance all my lows
Did I take the right road? Only God knows
OxyContin and a robe
Is this the life I wanna live or am I playing myself for a dope?
[Outro: Komatose]
Need to balance all my lows
Too many lows
On my shoulders
sh** is like boulders
Sold my soul for a can of Arizona Ice Tea
Why me?