[Verse1]
You're supposed to understand me
You're supposed to be my family
I'm doing this for you
I want to be the best I can be but all I get is doubt
I need a new way out
I got inspiration now
I gotta get my statements out
Treating myself to cookies in the Milky Way
I pray to God that I get to see another day
But as I take each hit I see it fade away
(But as I take each hit I see it fade away)
I need some time alone so I can think straight
Bended thoughts from too much pot and Zombie mixtapes
I hope I get to heaven's gates
But in the meantime under these skies I meditate
Dreams of lasting forever with my princess
I really tried but I guess I'm just the next ex
I feel vexed but there's nothing I can do
And I came a long way but it means nothing to you
I started on my journey on this road to Zion
And I yelling, “f** you” if you try to pry on…
What I've achieved
And these n***as know I got the flow to make, all of you believe
What happens after d**h?
No one really know?
Corrupted minds aren't hard to find and it really shows
Going harder than fifty blows
A martyr with a shifty pose
Going farther than all you clones
I wonder if I can get a profit off these messages
I'm burning n***as and these ashes are what's left of it
It's evident...
That I'ma shine, no matter what the weather is
Reminiscing on the days when everything was easy
And now n***as on the bottle till they feeling queasy
Believe me…
I know it's hard
So I try to maintain, by molding these bars
[Hook]
I try to thrive
But it's just hard livin'
It's easier to give in
But I know I can't give in (x2)
[Verse 2]
These streets will get you
If you have nothing to protect you
Buddha baggies under the mattress in my bedroom
If I'm lucky, I'll live until I'm twenty-five
So the main problem for me, is tryna stay alive
But I still gotta get paid and maintain while I get mine
Me and my n***as ‘bout to set it off like Columbine
So I don't really care about what you heard
Puff puff pa** don't be the last n***a with the herb
We moving through like a pack of wolves after a plate a food
These jealous dudes getting mad while I bend the rules
I'm unusual
So forget you and your cubicles
That lifestyle is dead to me
You're meant to be like cuticles
It's beautiful…
How I go in so smooth
And then strike like a lion when I'm tempted in the booth
I'm presenting what is true
The only thing I resent is the resentful things I do
(Man, why you always rapping?)
Cause I can't hold this sh**
The ink flowing like a river when I use this pen
Come again
Got Collard Greens playing in the den
Tell a friend this is that sh** that you can't amend
I won't change unless it's for the better
Bring a sweater
Cause what I spit is cold
I'm altering the weather
(I said I'm altering the weather)