It is what it is, I guess

I'm tired of winning wars by the skin of my teeth

I feel the agony of wins and the thrill of defeat

I charge it to the game and I kept the receipts

I blocked a 150 shots they need a quicker release

Driving with the double R on the seats

Is it mine or a lease?

We try stunt just for the love of the street

Look I'm gonna need your loyalty, your faith and belief

And I ain't saying that i'm a god but she down on her knees

Somebody pray for me

Imma need someone to pray for me

I know my path but I need God to make the way for me

I'm in a war and the battle everyday for me

Need whips and chains like we advocates of slavery

30 for 30 it's always special when I rhyme

30 for 30 I need a milli before I sign

Look, time is money, I need money all the time

And I've been running out of breath cause I've been running through your mind

Do you think about me?

If they take me out will you spin boutta me?

If I die will you sing about me?

I got some real ones I always gotta keep around me

Winter nights but the heat is on me

I'm breathing softly

I'm moving calmly but still my heart racing

The calling me the doc, I got all this damn patience

We can have a conversation but I ain't gonna say shit

You did what you did and we ain't never gon erase it

Sometimes you gotta face it

Revenge is the sweetest boy I swear you gotta taste it

I feel an elevation

Life's a simulation, I'm like Neo in the Matrix

All black attire you gonna think that I was racist

Am I really wrong if I'm tryna whack a rapist?

And you did it to my friend so ain't no room for patience

Stalking all his pages, mapping out locations

The second Boston massacre, let's run it like the patriots

1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot duck

If you make me get to 4 then you running outta luck

Headshot gush, ambulance rush

Ain't no one to trust, I'm getting outta touch

I ain't never did the most and I ain't ever ask for much

Just give me all your love and imma give you all my trust

I'm a loving ass ****, a trusting ass ****

I'm a catch out in traffic we gonna stomp em ass ****

Bi- polar, I pray I die sober

You gonna think its sweet till we pop you like a soda

And August its official im officially a soldier

So its military grade when I pull up in a Rover

My urges for revenge is taking over im a psycho

I got to get her back for e'erything she did to Michael

Opps turning up, shit let me get my rifle

We gonna have to slide to shut em down like an iPhone

I know, I know, I know, I know I gotta chill

Put a clock on my heart cause they tell me time heals

Got a cross round my neck cause I know that Gods real

But my heart is turning colder so I'm forgetting how to feel

Am I losing my appeal? am I the only one that's real?

If I gotta grow the spirit it's my flesh I gotta kill

Half the battles fought are the ones we have within

I've been tryna drown my demons think they learning how to swim

We at war

1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, duck