Contemplate (Slowed)

They ask me who I'm preaching for

I preach to the streets

I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat

He gone get hit up with this fire if he thinking it's sweet

I told the lord when I die I think we should meet

As I sip this double cup with this blunt to the face

I just get high and then I contemplate

Why nobody don't show no love they just wanna hate

I just get high and then I contemplate

They ask me what I do and who I do it for

And how I come up with this shit up in the studio

They ask me who I'm preaching for I preach to the streets

And I don't like speaking to **** I speak to the beat

A **** disrespect my pimping gone speak to the heat

Like me and my chopper fucking I sleep with the heat

Take a look into my life try to see what I see

I represent a couple letters thats D to the E

They ask me who I'm preaching for

I preach to the streets

I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat

He gone get hit up with this fire if he thinking it's sweet

I told the lord when I die I think we should meet

As I sip this double cup with this blunt to the face

I just get high and then I contemplate

Why nobody don't show no love they just wanna hate

I just get high and then I contemplate

Sometimes I get high

And I can't help but wonder why

Blunt to the face as I sit and contemplate on my life

I know it's gotta be more for me

Lord can you open up a door for me

Sometimes I get high

(I just sit and contemplate)

And I can't help but wonder why

(Now I just sit and contemplate)

Blunt to the face as I sit and contemplate on my life

(Now I just sit and contemplate)

I know it's gotta be more for me

(Thinking bout my life)

Lord can you open up a door for me

(Thinking bout my pain)

Lord can you open up a door for a **** up out this living hell

Cause all thats left in my county for me is clientele

I'm from the north side of the city of blues

Where they be glad to see a young **** lose

But they can't walk up in a young **** shoes

Won't even take a step in it

I'm familiar with the storm I used to get left in it

And as far as rap I feel like I'm wasting my breath in it

But my young **** say I'm the last real **** left in it

I lean to the right

I lean to the left

I'm leaning so damn hard I spilled lean on myself

I'm pouring up while I'm driving wasting lean on my jeans & my belt

Honestly I think I need me some help

I can't stop myself from thinking violent

My own girl starting to think I'm wilding

I need a dark room to think in silence

My whole life I been seeking guidance

I need for me and God to speak in private

I'm tired of contemplating

They ask me who I'm preaching for

I preach to the streets

I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat

He gone get hit up with this fire if he thinking it's sweet

I told the lord when I die I think we should meet

As I sip this double cup with this blunt to the face

I just get high and then I contemplate

Why nobody don't show no love they just wanna hate

I just get high and then I contemplate

Sometimes I get high

And I can't help but wonder why

Blunt to the face as I sit and contemplate on my life

I know it's gotta be more for me

Lord can you open up a door for me

Sometimes I get high

(I just sit and contemplate)

And I can't help but wonder why

(Now I just sit and contemplate)

Blunt to the face as I sit and contemplate on my life

(Now I just sit and contemplate)

I know it's gotta be more for me

(Thinking bout my life)

Lord can you open up a door for me

(Thinking bout my pain)