She a tenderoni

**** just jabronies

Met her in Atlanta

Then i caught the ronies

I got all these homies

How I’m always lonely

Like I’m tryna fill a space

Or find some time to get to know me dog

You used to be my codee

I was Marty Mar and you was Tommy word to cole

He had the Rollie on his wrist but we both knew that wunt no Rollie

Fuck that got to do wit homie?

It was always bout your soul

I wunt never bout what you sold me

Bout this shit I made some tears drop

Red eye

Flights without the Visine

Eye Drops

I’ll cut my spleen to give you what I got

I said that I could never be the biggest you said why not?

Shit, around the way these **** live inside a pine box

Or live inside a section 8 tenement with a shoebox that’s holding all the cash that they

Got from ducking the blue opps

So who am I to be the only **** that flew out? Aye

And who am I to be the the only **** that you not? Listen

A lotta **** out here playing for the same team

Working every day but they ain’t playing for the same dream

Wake up every morning they ain’t praying for the same things

Ever heard the saying when you bend but you ain’t breaking?

Well this is not that, shit

I like to Meditate

I like to levitate

I like to elevate

And so I dedicate this

To all the soldiers that

Well they have fallen down

So they that heavens gates yea

To all theniggas that’s alive that I could never take wit me

I’m ducking shells like I’m allergic to lobster

Until the reaper come here knocking then i know Ima prosper

But when the paint dries

Basquiat is only a martyr

Aye

I pick and choose

When I lose

So it’s still a cruise

I live my life inside the sun so they can’t see the bruise

And if I’m blessed to have a son you gotta see him too

If me and mama don’t work out

Im still gone see it through

And if you mama here this shit then she gone have a fit

But she don’t know I’ll hold her down until the casket dips

We never know what god got written in the manuscripts

So like when opening the do' you gotta handle it

Yeah