[Verse 1: Seventh]
I can't find a better way to say this
I could've been a full on, never wrong favorite
Aside from the fact that Im f**ed up
Tall, fat, black
A long con list, I could always fill in
My two face grin makes it hard to make sense
With all these friends, you could tell I'm in a test
Who gon' make it first? who gon' buy they own crib?
It's evident I won't, probably live up on the streets
Rock the same old clothes while my ex pa** me
She could tell her next man how she never f**ed me
And when I pa** on it's gon' never be regrets
A feast of my memories, depletes then resets
I never felt ashamed, only felt I lacked faith
How did everything change?
Almost hit it then I miss
If this a mission ama never quit
Look up in the mirror tell myself that I'm legit
If a croc face, no shame, all hate, disgrace
Tell me that in no way. Why do I explain?
They don't even follow how this biz work
Started up In a church
Getting humble then it work
I had a few lacks
Justify it by my heart
A deep pool cuff throat like Zambezi in the dark
I let myself flow like a river when it's pressed
A two plate stove, cook nshima and some veg
I eat when it's cold, summer when I drink
This could be a love song, I chat myself but then I skit
[Bridge: Blue Fuego]
[Verse 2: Charlie Bowers]