Verse
As I sit around toke this
Back in the same situation I was in
Twisted Poetry art Of Story telling again
Got damn n***a where the hell you been then
Got lazy as sh** creative blocked as sh**
Wondering if this is as far as I will get
A young son with ambition
Vs a young n***a with no interests
Damn it feel like everything changed
Since them at school days playing in the rain
I Played chicken in the street with my cuz pick the bike up off the street
And get that rushing
95 yards in the end zone
Got damn n***a last time you seen your kinfolk
When the last time a n***a thought being successful was a education its what it is though
Chorus
Verse
After all that happen you crowned king
Who you a n***a with no life meaning
A n***a with no soul or sym
Either
I guess I will ask about you to the gate keepers
One day I will get them wings
Until that day ima spit flows
That make n***as sh** bricks
And punch holes in their windows
Oscar proud ash fingers set fire when the bar is low
Well tell me how so
End n***as careers like a preacher tell em sh** happens it was meant to happen
Then ask what God meant to happen
Like I give a f** but take a offering up cause n***as getting greedy they take
The church money and buy the whole damn lot up
Got damn got damn how you living open the coffin up n***a