I gotta stop talking back to my momma

I gotta stop tripping over a chick

I gotta focus I need some more commas

thinking of more ways for me to get rich

I was too busy tryn fall in love

Depression hit me I was feeling so sick

You give your all and it's not enough

that got me feeling so done with this shit

I gotta send my big cousin a kite

locked in a cage and he doing a bid

sitting here stressing bout missing these bitches while he in there stressing bout shit that he did

Own homie cross me it is what is

Fuck it it's never gone be what it was

If you my brother I give you my rib

And All that I ask for is genuine love

I got a slider keep calling my line

I know the script know she feeding me lies

She keep on telling me this is yo pussy I know that pussy it really ain't mine

I'm reing up cause I gotta get back

9 to 5 working still fuck with the trap

I got some players keep hitting my phone

Gotta be close to stab me in the back

D M F bitch we gang we the mob

I get a bucket I'm throwing a lob

Sucking my dick cause I ain't want no pussy

She clocking in like she was on the job

Beat settle down so it feed me the streets call it a Sermon the way that I preach

Father forgive me for what I been thinking

But they tryna kill me got stay with the heat

They tryn press so I need me a iron

Know you ain't bout it so why is you lying

Prayers to all of my homies locked in the system

And all of my homies that died

roll me a face just to get out my head

Thinking one day ima prolly be dead

I know I gotta get my shit together

I really just need to start watching my bread

Sometimes I get lost in the past

Seeing the things people doing for cash

I was so young thinking it would have changed

Story continuing plot switching fast

I gotta cut all the grass for the snakes

Say that you love me I know that you fake

Crazy part is that I really believed you

Cut the hand off tryna eat of my plate