[Intro: Beanie Sigel]
Honor, trust, respect
Devotion, friendship, loyalty
Karma, team, us, Roc solid
D'evils, damn
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Wit no union, and no benefits no dental plans
I can't eat off no hundred grand
I got cavities dat need fillin'
You can't feed a nigga Peanut Chews
Now put ya feet up in a nigga' shoes
A lack of green'll give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make a nigga rude
Make a drunk person sing a sober tune
(I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I can't do it man
We make these tips off this gift that we cursed wit
But then my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose?
Cuz you feel like shit when you miss your son's first shit
But who gon pay the bills? supply the meals? no surplus
My baby mama give me drama on the daily
Like she making it barely and my kids is eating rarely
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out going through it I can't do it
If you put puppies in the oven, do that make 'em biscuits?
Put hungry dogs in the kitchen, will they eat the kittens?
Do you hear me or you listening? there's a big difference
Do you catch the lines and the hooks or are you still fishin'?
These a couple questions that I need to be answered
Like is these Backwoods and weed givin' me cancer
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out going through it I can't do it
My momma say I got her nerves stressed
Got her waking up in cold sweats
I'm hard-headed and iron
What make it worse my lil brother behind me
Blood pressure running like Harriet
She can't handle it
I got her screaming Lord Jesus like Mahalia
Son I'm tellin ya please don't let me bury ya
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed man, I'm goin through it
I was taught trust in the Lord but still tie up your camel
Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo
But when them bullets start flying and you got pussies around you
And who you rely on, let them niggas surround you? shit
And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished
How a nigga start wit a finish and begin wit a endin' ?
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more
I'm moving ass backwards with no forward progress
Feel asthmatic like treadmill FIFA jogging
Stagnant, running in place is tragic
My heart in the faith I don't practice
I still pray Allah, forgive me for my actions
Cuz I spit gangsta, think Muslim, and act Kaffir
(I can't go on this way)
I gotta still feel feed my young'n's, so keep huggin
Honor, trust, respect
Devotion, friendship, loyalty
Karma, team, us, Roc solid
D'evils, damn
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Wit no union, and no benefits no dental plans
I can't eat off no hundred grand
I got cavities dat need fillin'
You can't feed a nigga Peanut Chews
Now put ya feet up in a nigga' shoes
A lack of green'll give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make a nigga rude
Make a drunk person sing a sober tune
(I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I can't do it man
We make these tips off this gift that we cursed wit
But then my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose?
Cuz you feel like shit when you miss your son's first shit
But who gon pay the bills? supply the meals? no surplus
My baby mama give me drama on the daily
Like she making it barely and my kids is eating rarely
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out going through it I can't do it
If you put puppies in the oven, do that make 'em biscuits?
Put hungry dogs in the kitchen, will they eat the kittens?
Do you hear me or you listening? there's a big difference
Do you catch the lines and the hooks or are you still fishin'?
These a couple questions that I need to be answered
Like is these Backwoods and weed givin' me cancer
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out going through it I can't do it
My momma say I got her nerves stressed
Got her waking up in cold sweats
I'm hard-headed and iron
What make it worse my lil brother behind me
Blood pressure running like Harriet
She can't handle it
I got her screaming Lord Jesus like Mahalia
Son I'm tellin ya please don't let me bury ya
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed man, I'm goin through it
I was taught trust in the Lord but still tie up your camel
Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo
But when them bullets start flying and you got pussies around you
And who you rely on, let them niggas surround you? shit
And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished
How a nigga start wit a finish and begin wit a endin' ?
(I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more
I'm moving ass backwards with no forward progress
Feel asthmatic like treadmill FIFA jogging
Stagnant, running in place is tragic
My heart in the faith I don't practice
I still pray Allah, forgive me for my actions
Cuz I spit gangsta, think Muslim, and act Kaffir
(I can't go on this way)
I gotta still feel feed my young'n's, so keep huggin
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