QUINCY (feat. prod.myles) Video (MV)

So, right now ladies and gentlemen
It is star time
And we would like to bring to you, the stars of our show
Altogether, let's give them a great big round of applause
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen
You know we're mighty glad to be here today
C'mon, C'mon

Uh, Watchin' my son on the monitor
My baby finally sleep
Sleep regression has me mentally drained and weak
My confidence is at an all-time low
No money comin' in, I pray my season's on it's way up out the door
My stomach getting fatter
My breathing getting heavier
I'm 'bout this damn close to robbing a register
Momma said it would be days like this
I don't regret much, but I regret blowing cheese on shoes and dungarees
Cribs I never owned and gassing whips that I rented
Studio time with Gabe, them records I never finished
I'm so disappointed
But yet, I'm proud of myself
I became a man and father who put books on the shelf
Rich Dad, Poor Dad became one of my favorite novels
Audio books, while I'm cleaning my son's bottles
Fighting upon addiction
Drinking sun up and down
Sade, sorry, but lately been feelin' I let you down
Tears drop on my pillow, the views turn into rain
When pain fill up my heart, it's an anger up to my brain
Credit cards I maxed, my cars totaled and gone
Sharing whips with my wife, I can't leave until she get home
I'm f*ckin' tired of this shit
These ups and downs is a bitch
I borrowed money from folks and I can't give them back shit
My older brother is selfish from shit that he can't control
Wish things was different between us, but bro is too far gone
I know it's hard losing folks, but bro, I lost him too
Yo pops, my pops
Steve and Ricky my best friends too
I want our sons to be closer, more closer than me and you
Hard being the bigger person when person's bigger than you
And Mama, I know you tired of working yourself to death
Hard knowing your son is gifted but not mentioned with the rest
I just knew that my time was comin', the universe told me so
But God had the last vote, on his ballot he said no
When friends turn into foes, the pressure start in your toes
You wonder who can you trust, voice say nobody but us
My goatee got grays, ball caps cover my bald
My jewelry ain't getting worn, I'm more in tune with the stars
I'm hard on myself
Can't nobody judge me but me
It's a therapy session every time Myles make the beat, nigga

Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen
You know we're mighty glad to be here today