[Verse 1]
Piss smelling through the hallways
I was tripping for a minute had to get it back together, that’s what God say
Crime’ll get you 25 to life or in a pine box, what my mom say
Dreams of fucking with Beyonce
Dreams of daddy kicking dope & Bombjay
Lil bro started rapping told him he gon own his masters, you ain't Kanye
Ain’t no disrespect Yeezy I just needed reference points to keep it greasy
Back when I was 17 pushing cd’s, MySpace glitching going Nefertiti
Drake was on ascension, I was in detention, nigga stared skipping, muthafuck attendance, uh
Back & forth like it’s Aaliyah’s prime
My decisions, it could lead to crime
Time is money but I need divine
I put my trust in what my spirit says
Eyes open, I don’t fear the dead
Vegetarian for two weeks, heard the veggies lead to clearer head (heard that shit keep you real regular, my nigga, for real)
These days I wake up & struggle with balance
Cup runneth over, God flooded my chalice
Temptation strikes I could lean into malice
Assume I’m above it & succumb to fallacies
Born into royalty I’m where the palace be
Two story housing I feel inadequacy, huh
Water water water drown liver
25 I started brown liquor
27 started smoking Kush
'Til my third eye got a violent push
Kundalini causing head pressure
Better practices’ll hold me down
Isolated cause I lack trust
Often I cry randomly I do not know why but act up
And my my sensitive ways turn to mac trucks
Dr. Jekyll Mr. LaCue
Smiling faces turn to nigga fuck you’s
Pharaoh minded modern Timbuktu
Niggas like Cue you ain’t relevant
I stopped for a moment, got hesitant
Piss smelling through the hallways
I was tripping for a minute had to get it back together, that’s what God say
Crime’ll get you 25 to life or in a pine box, what my mom say
Dreams of fucking with Beyonce
Dreams of daddy kicking dope & Bombjay
Lil bro started rapping told him he gon own his masters, you ain't Kanye
Ain’t no disrespect Yeezy I just needed reference points to keep it greasy
Back when I was 17 pushing cd’s, MySpace glitching going Nefertiti
Drake was on ascension, I was in detention, nigga stared skipping, muthafuck attendance, uh
Back & forth like it’s Aaliyah’s prime
My decisions, it could lead to crime
Time is money but I need divine
I put my trust in what my spirit says
Eyes open, I don’t fear the dead
Vegetarian for two weeks, heard the veggies lead to clearer head (heard that shit keep you real regular, my nigga, for real)
These days I wake up & struggle with balance
Cup runneth over, God flooded my chalice
Temptation strikes I could lean into malice
Assume I’m above it & succumb to fallacies
Born into royalty I’m where the palace be
Two story housing I feel inadequacy, huh
Water water water drown liver
25 I started brown liquor
27 started smoking Kush
'Til my third eye got a violent push
Kundalini causing head pressure
Better practices’ll hold me down
Isolated cause I lack trust
Often I cry randomly I do not know why but act up
And my my sensitive ways turn to mac trucks
Dr. Jekyll Mr. LaCue
Smiling faces turn to nigga fuck you’s
Pharaoh minded modern Timbuktu
Niggas like Cue you ain’t relevant
I stopped for a moment, got hesitant
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