[Verse 1: Melrose]
I swear this ain't nothing you gon' relate to
I done went deaf hearing everything that i can't do
From everyone who opinion weigh less on me than Hanes do
Guess that's you get when you hang with n***as that hate you
And My tendinitis worsen while typing all of these verses
But all i been concerned with is tryna converse with my girlfriend
I barely see her in person
And even though we ain't perfect
I tell myself that its worth it
And brush it off like artist that's painting a f**ing portrait
See my doubts growing taller than towers
I took the pennies for my thoughts
And i bought her some flowers
Told her that she meant the world
In time it'll be ours
Like 60 minutes
I said it I swear I meant it
Clear as bottles I ain't hollow
Don't get it mixed like mulatto
This food for thought just keep getting harder to swallow
Most these n***as will die out as fast as the trends they follow
We learned it from the philosophers strongest sustain survival
For real
[Verse 2: Melrose]
Even Bardock don't know what I'm Saying
I ain't talking 'less we talking but my payment
I got faith inside my wallet bruh
"In God We Trust" is printed on the dollars
So why bother with the our father
'Cuz prayer gave me false hope
Hair long as Goku
Super Sayain 4
If you don't knows like Krillen
Really nobody owe you
And I accept that
Not everyone behind yous some just wanna see you set back
So i sit back
Swisher in a near pocket
Blunts blare like the Witch Project
End bright as vitiligo
Iook like Tien with the third optic
Like Whats the catch 22
Grandmama call me sugar bumping Catch Thirtythree
Spoke a mouthful of wisdom like she never lost the teeth
Taught from a young age it ain't bout what you receive
So i give out bars this a place where you drink
And b**h I'm Zarbon
Used to be caught up with insignificants
Like when did my trophy become the b**h I'm with
And i ain't no goalie the point you missing
While I"m slowly growing with the thought of happiness in innocence
So b**h I'm 'bout bad as Michael Jackson after Thriller is
Patience getting shorter can't wait
Where is Jenny Craig
Flow right out the oven plus I'm really baked
And i don't do sh** out in vain but swear to God if he based
Hurricane wrist in that kitchen
Cousin caught a case ironic he the one pitching
Floodwater took me to out of state out of district
So i ain't been connecting with family members the distance too much
And n***as think that i be b**hing too much
I ain't contempt until i get a mill and it isn't lunch
n***a tryna get big as Viscera gut
Yelling f** ya less i know ya n***a
Welcome to Kazuya n***a