Complacent Rapsody (Ft. JasonMartin)

[Problem:]
Well problems the issue with beneficial judicial bars
No metaphor could ever explain this mental sores
Holes in the head, the critics players just the molly does
Nah it's that the devil, high as treble, riding in my truck
Staring at the driver side, hand rising up her thigh
Life's a bitch and a stitch that ho tell like the travel lodge
Dumb niggas try to change they life, for the better
So I'd rather the pull card again, but I'm too hot to sweat her these days

I get high,then I daze for days on end
Hope my son don't admire the stage that I'm in
But baby boy I'm on fire in the place that I'm fit
To take it, might make me complacent
Uh, shit changed and I need to face it
Finally realizing that Problems no longer chasing
Move real far so my envious rate is raising
Got money now, so any heart I break I replace it with ease

Damn shit cold, when you come from where you judge bout how many pounds you sold
When you come from where you judge 'bout how many hoes you fuck
If I succeed or if I fail in either one I'm fucked in my mind
Cause I got daughters and shit
And the more time I spend from them, the smarter they get
So they learn that something, shit
But I wonder who's teaching
Oh my bad shit I'm done with the preaching
Ya'll wanna hear 'bout the drugs, the money, sex and the guns
Or how I hate a hater and what I do with my tongue
Or how I'm with the faders and how my squad is the realest
Yall rather play my games, than hear 'bout my scrimmage
I dig it