[Verse 1]
(Talk to 'em Que)
Lost my seat two times in a row
Hurt me, took my car, and plus some more
Ever seen a grown man cry?
What I want most money can't buy
I'll trade it all to get my babies back
And have that feeling to say "I created that"
They tell you never question god's plan
To pray, and leave the rest in god's hands
Make its the timing, maybe its my karma
Why you take my sons?
Or was they some daughters?
Questions I'll never know the answers to
Got so tired of hearing "Que, I'm praying for you"
That I ain't even want to talk to motherfuckers
Found myself goin' off on motherfuckers
I was in my feelings, really I was tripping
I admit it, shit, really, I was wiggin'
Pissed, pointing the finger at my lady
Black man hurt like shit is why I kept her happy
I was passionate, but had that anger built up from always being broke, and I was spazzing
Never got a chance to apologize for being inconsiderate, and for how I was acting
[Verse 2]
(Talk to 'em Que)
Humble nigga, been the same from jump
Always been me, ain't never faked the form (keep going)
Shoot? Of course, I done did my shot dirt
Like any other person walking on this earth
But to have every single plan snatched away
That's a feeling that I can't explain
Its like the devil playing with me saying 'sike, ha got your ass'
Like I'm a fucking game
(Talk to 'em Que)
Lost my seat two times in a row
Hurt me, took my car, and plus some more
Ever seen a grown man cry?
What I want most money can't buy
I'll trade it all to get my babies back
And have that feeling to say "I created that"
They tell you never question god's plan
To pray, and leave the rest in god's hands
Make its the timing, maybe its my karma
Why you take my sons?
Or was they some daughters?
Questions I'll never know the answers to
Got so tired of hearing "Que, I'm praying for you"
That I ain't even want to talk to motherfuckers
Found myself goin' off on motherfuckers
I was in my feelings, really I was tripping
I admit it, shit, really, I was wiggin'
Pissed, pointing the finger at my lady
Black man hurt like shit is why I kept her happy
I was passionate, but had that anger built up from always being broke, and I was spazzing
Never got a chance to apologize for being inconsiderate, and for how I was acting
[Verse 2]
(Talk to 'em Que)
Humble nigga, been the same from jump
Always been me, ain't never faked the form (keep going)
Shoot? Of course, I done did my shot dirt
Like any other person walking on this earth
But to have every single plan snatched away
That's a feeling that I can't explain
Its like the devil playing with me saying 'sike, ha got your ass'
Like I'm a fucking game
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