Hope back on that bullshit please talk to me nice
Came back from that bottom streets want that advice
No time for that small talk comin' live and direct
Greatest ever in my city bout time that I said it
Fake love and those handshakes eyebrows they not matchin'
Speech dont look like your actions
Lately havin' dreams of a casket
Came a long way from free throw baskets
Now I speak life to the music
Day one cousin got cancer
Sister two kids got Lupus
Oh the burden so heavy but I could lift every demon
I'm glad a nigga still breathin' cause look what came from my semen
Daddy's girl is my queen half black and caucasian
But somehow it got shameless cause grand daddy is a racist
Grand mommy is a liar swear to God earth wind and fire
I sing a song of the ghetto police sirens my choir
Bullets whistle my choir in need of love its like dire
I need a mental vacation planes wings rims and tires I'm gone