My Father's Pain

Back against the wall I'm coming back Don't give no slack Just run my back end Prepared for an attack I'm pulling up but Imma back in He gone say he knew me But I'm not the same me from back then I done been like 50 different people since way back when So who we talking bout From tryna score T-D on the Jakes Like this the Potter House To watching ATL with the bro Bitch this my fathers house And he may be a tyrant But he never left me Rest in peace grandpa The other lucky lefty Yea I hate some of his methods But he (pops) was hardly wrong Shoutout to Wendy She the reason I don't kill you niggas Partially offended Oh no I don't feel you niggas Never worked for nothin But want everything I blame Ozempic Praying every day many times Cuz many times I'm tempted Know I fall short but the truth Imma push my limits Who the fuck you is Without the coo All the chains and gimmicks Yea Cuz I'm still the man Save a soul every time I rap That's my only plan Bank a roll maybe go plat Work up out the jam Play yo role Hit it on the nose Just because I can Back against the wall I'm coming back Don't give no slack Just run my back end Prepared for an attack I'm pulling up but imma back in He gone say he knew me But I'm not the same me from back then I've done been like 50 different people since way back when So who we talking bout Grandpa was an alcoholic Me I hate the taste Imma social drinker I just drink to not look out of place I smoke like a chimney I don't need it It's a sacred space Lately when I smoke I feel different Like I'm not myself Grandpa killed himself A slight surprise I haven't shot myself I'm my toughest critic You don't get it Cuz you not myself I pop up at parties Poppin shit So I don't pop myself That's old Tracy If no one got me I got myself I can't pull the plug on my life Cuz I'm the fuggin the greatest Muddy waters get deep I'm just glad I waited (waded) Though the pain that took yo life Is probably understated Residual effects got ME gettin faded Reminders of your failures Come to get acquainted Don't get a second of my time No I can't entertain it Times like this I think understand my father's pain Work his fingers down to the bone For his children gain Lookin at the paths we took Maybe it feels in vain Back against the wall I'm coming back Don't give no slack Just run my back end Prepared for an attack I'm pulling up but Imma back in He gone say he knew me But I'm not the same me from back then I've done been like 50 different people since way back when So who we talking bout Who we talking bout Who we talking bout