Let’s go

Church

Uh, yeah, yeah

No regrets

this dude beside me told me no regrets

Cause if you hoping, coping with smoking, you better save yo breath

and have yo steps, ready for another form of life thats next

I know you won’t be prepared for what’s coming for you, then it will have crept (Crept)

All up on yo neck (Neck)

Lurking to yo chest

Thinking all you should have is more

Really you could have less

Never the less, I’m living life to the fullest, I think I’m blessed

For another task, for another sesh

Let it mesh, are they living what they living, is it really the best?

Who am I to judge, I still have shit I have to put to the test

I feel like when I do it, I will do it then I’ll rest

What’s a God to a prophet, what’s a prophet to a pest?

Uh, yeah, uh

I’m an addict, what’s a tragic, to a n**** that ain’t had it

He’s in traffic, that’s the static, nothing will break the man, that’s the habit (uh)

I’m an addict, what’s a tragic, to a n**** that ain’t had it

Now he has it, fuck a tactic, now these n***** mad, that’s they habit

Uh, and if I gotta go again, I’ll rhyme

Because these, people are tripping, and be fearing they mind

And its not, something, it’s nothing that they do in they time

Thinking that’s the, euphoric feeling from the weed or the wine, uh

I’m an addict, what’s a tragic, to a n**** that ain’t had it

He’s in traffic, that’s the static, nothing will break the man, that’s the habit, uh

I’m an addict, what’s a tragic, to a n**** that ain’t ever fucking had it