Verse 1
Woke up in gratitude
A fantastic mood
What’s the point of having tools
If you lack the screws

Wouldn’t have so much envy
If you felt in tune
That jealousy look weird on you

That tough guy shit that’s really fear on you
In due time it’ll all be
Crystal clear for you
Let the truth be a mirror for you

Never let no other man
Steer for you
In my own lane
Pretty woman riding shotty
Richard Geere On you

Can’t let your worth be determined
by if they cheer for you

That’s fly by night
Like a red eye flight
All four eyes on a check
Like these fresh ass nikes
Life’s a bitch
She loves when I grab her neck all tight

Breathe

Agreed proceed to smoke weed
Continental breakfast got the eggs wit the cheese
Talking bread overseas
Waive all the fees
Ace of spades up my sleeve
Got my name on the deed

Sour deez
Bars on the fronto
No rehearsal
Too much bad energy
In your inner circle

When it’s real you gone feel it personal
Patient is a virtue
Microwave era
Hate waiting for commercial

Clocked imma bring the work through
I got some demons imma have to work through

Working over time
trying to get my soul in line
My values and reality both trying to coincide

Bridge
Children dying, mothers crying
It’s so hard to be a dreamer
Wit all this pain inside me

Pray for the victims
I hope you’re listening
Trying to duck the system
Every step I take, every step I take

Hook
Bare it all before they bury me.
Give you all the game I have that’s charity.
She say “do whatever you want, just don’t embarrass me”
Heavy is the crown I need therapy

The king must die so the country can live.
Bible says woman comes from the rib.
Pops told me keep it on you when you come from the crib
Ohh, defining moment, trying to own it.
Dying to live.

Verse 2
When I was a kid, a young snot nose
Dodgin them older n*ggas.
Told us get up off of the block
Before we smoke you n*gga.

Innocent, ain’t even have a clue
Was in the lions mouth
Wasn’t off the porch
Wasn’t no going in and out the house
Came out clean no detergent, be a servant
Perfect is the fruit of the serpent.

Only thing certain,
Keep it on your person
The devil workin double time,
They even closed the churches (yeah)

I can cop a three piece with Krypto now
Tap danced on the keys that they tiptoe around
Stay in pocket I’m the drummer bring the tempo down
Contact don’t always equal a free throw now
Stacking chips on my Ager, call me “Frito”now
use to have love, my heart muy frio now

Season 1 pandemic as if God handpicked it.
Dame time precision, all last minute.
They all start, but we finish.
Scrape the plate, more dishes.
Bust suds in hells kitchen.

Never confuse love with a attention,
Breathe through the tension,
Dialed in formation,
Weaving through the friction

Sniper on the roof top,
Knock you off your fences.
Gotta pick a side.
These are sicker times.
Quentin Tarantino,
My movies n*ggas will never die.

Plug cut the power off,
Dark times, terrifying.
When you finally see the light
I promise it’s electrifying.