I woke up this morning on some f*ck it shit
Adding more things to my bucket list
Cause n****s dying so fast I gotta rush my shit
Cause I could be next
But this time though
I'm not gone flex
Aye this time though
The motive ain't the check
Aye this time though
The motive came from my son
Every time I look in his eyes that's number one
They like how long you gone keep going
Everyday not fun
When I get everything he need to succeed
That's when I'm done
This a marathon (RIP Nip)
But I still gotta run
I still be thinking like (beep)
How you get caught with that gun
Can't even say free my n***a though
Cause he guilty mane
Going down the wrong road its a filthy game
It ain't no take backs or hardly ever second chances
But I know he gone bounce back like Gucci mane
I got this thing where i put priorities first
I'm still the same dude you know since January first (day one)
Couldn't do a day in my shoes if the roles reversed
I know I make it look easy
You might think a nigga good
They like to see you for what you got and not acknowledge what it took
Just press play man I'm a open book
I ain't spittin' nothing careless
I'm giving niggas game
I'm trying to raise the awareness
Gotta watch my back
Cause my type is the rarest
Real niggas dying fast
After a couple of days on the gram they parish (poof)
What is this era
What is this shit that I'm living in like how do they do it
How do they benefit
F*ck it
(Its the transition man)