I gotta pa** you n***as
Not just that, I'm tryna lap you n***as
Put you in a cast as I smash you n***as till I crack you n***as like a cashew n***a
When you not tryna hustle for bread
You can just chill and go cuff, or get read or bust on a comfortable bed
Instead of them bustin the lead
And you wondering when you can just trust, but the pen
Looking so close as the dust just begins
To cloud all the visions of living in the day without you wondering what is ahead
And that saddens me
It's really tragic B
Is this way life has to be?
Only happiness is when I smash the beat?
Or when my broad wanna smash with me?
What happens when my rap depletes
And the memories that I have delete
My homeboy bust caps at me
My broad mad at me
Am I stuck in this travesty?
Am I mad at the world or mad at me?
Depending on your outlook you can see life as a lavish dream or a tragedy