[Verse 1]
Confessional soliloquies, a lesson of humility
It's hard when our fathers in correctional facilities
If it wasn't for my professional ability
I would probably be somewhere on a level 4 where killers be
But I'm off aggression road with a extra load of Hillary
Straight from Mexico, my connections go to Italy
Bless his soul, sold oregano from Piccad-italy
We had the gas and water, paid the mortgage from utilities
Niggas ask for smoke so I try to keep a Sig with me
And I'm talking in code shawty, I keep that thingamajig with me
My spirit lives forever even if they kill me physically
What do you call a black sheep that made it past the streets?
The escape goatbut them bullets never riddled me
Haha, okay here's another riddle, peep
There's 4 of us in the car and I put my bitch in the middle seat
'Cause the Mossberg pump riding shotgun literally
I was taught never get caught at the stop light
Beef lasts forever, I wish I could make it all right
But I had to learn how to make it home making all rights
Get what I'm saying? Alright
Niggas shooting in the air, never had a dog fight
Glock with the fog light, I done lived a hard life, right?
Man these streets'll show you no mercy
Like leftover Thanksgiving, I went cold turkey
The most worthy, I took a flow that's so murky
They call me 4:30, that means I was woke early
Had to get my teeth fixed, rest in Peace to 'Ol dirty
Ain't them hoes pearly? Haha
Yeah, okay let's switch the topic
I might just drop a Christian project, niggas still'll cop it
I'm a Catholic that's philosophic, yeah
And my freestyles are philanthropic, yeah
So that makes me a non-profit, oh
Ha, get the logic?
Used to be a con-artist, but I never picked a pocket
My partner still doing time, imagine me stealing watches, huh
They botched a robbery and had to kill the hostage
Real life chronicles, the honorable Muhammad who
Changed lives, my songs can do the same things the Quran'll do
Life ain't fair, nah, and neither is the carnival
They get paid when you lose, how you think they make they money, fool?
Haha, Sunday school over one's and two's
In the middle of tongue and groove
There's wisdom in my rendezvous
Cyphers in the cafeteria, making niggas run they food
First I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels
Ooh, first I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels
Confessional soliloquies, a lesson of humility
It's hard when our fathers in correctional facilities
If it wasn't for my professional ability
I would probably be somewhere on a level 4 where killers be
But I'm off aggression road with a extra load of Hillary
Straight from Mexico, my connections go to Italy
Bless his soul, sold oregano from Piccad-italy
We had the gas and water, paid the mortgage from utilities
Niggas ask for smoke so I try to keep a Sig with me
And I'm talking in code shawty, I keep that thingamajig with me
My spirit lives forever even if they kill me physically
What do you call a black sheep that made it past the streets?
The escape goatbut them bullets never riddled me
Haha, okay here's another riddle, peep
There's 4 of us in the car and I put my bitch in the middle seat
'Cause the Mossberg pump riding shotgun literally
I was taught never get caught at the stop light
Beef lasts forever, I wish I could make it all right
But I had to learn how to make it home making all rights
Get what I'm saying? Alright
Niggas shooting in the air, never had a dog fight
Glock with the fog light, I done lived a hard life, right?
Man these streets'll show you no mercy
Like leftover Thanksgiving, I went cold turkey
The most worthy, I took a flow that's so murky
They call me 4:30, that means I was woke early
Had to get my teeth fixed, rest in Peace to 'Ol dirty
Ain't them hoes pearly? Haha
Yeah, okay let's switch the topic
I might just drop a Christian project, niggas still'll cop it
I'm a Catholic that's philosophic, yeah
And my freestyles are philanthropic, yeah
So that makes me a non-profit, oh
Ha, get the logic?
Used to be a con-artist, but I never picked a pocket
My partner still doing time, imagine me stealing watches, huh
They botched a robbery and had to kill the hostage
Real life chronicles, the honorable Muhammad who
Changed lives, my songs can do the same things the Quran'll do
Life ain't fair, nah, and neither is the carnival
They get paid when you lose, how you think they make they money, fool?
Haha, Sunday school over one's and two's
In the middle of tongue and groove
There's wisdom in my rendezvous
Cyphers in the cafeteria, making niggas run they food
First I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels
Ooh, first I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels
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