Convos

Far from writin' notebook bars in my mama garage

Black man facin' the type of shit that Obama could dodge

At times feel alone, but be still havin' convos with God

Never dodgin' shit, even when we had to dodge

I put my heart into the rap game, it's all a mirage

Bunch of insecure **** scared to fall out they spot

Bunch of insecure ****, someone call Issa Rae

Walk up in the club with all players, girl look like LisaRaye

I got them all sayin' they prayers, feel like TD Jakes

Been shut off The ShadeRoom, I never cared what the TV say

Why is it they wanna fill you with led when you lead the way?

Cornbread got shot in his head, Lord, let him see the gates

Brown skin queen in my bed, I know she with whatever

Both grew up rough, we was stuck, that's why we stick together

Convos with God about how these demons are beatable

Heart turned cold, now it's easy for me to keep my cool

Bluefaces poppin' out of nowhere now like peek-a-boo

Numbers poppin' up on my phone now that wasn't reachable

A wise man told me, "Only keep men around that's teachable"

And that you can learn from it, so, G, when I burn one

Far from writin' notebook bars in my mama garage

Black man facin' the type of shit that Obama could dodge

At times feel alone, but be still havin' convos with God

But never dodgin' shit even when we had to dodge

Big-Big-Big Dirk Game forever love me for shit I done did for the squad

Still got little hitters on go, I just gotta give them the nod

Instead of that, I rather teach them business shit, give them a job

Chris Paul comin' down the court, I'm just givin' them lobs

With my girl, with salmon on my fork and a view I could watch

Livin' heavenly, God told me speak it and you'll get everything

This the type of life some Christians waitin' to die to get to see

But I just let them be, wait, let it breathe

Conversations with Price, it's very late, but it's on time

Much needed, been stressin' out for a long time

I gotta pray for these ****, man, it's all a façade

Never understood the thought of hatin' on your own kind

A bunch of **** still takin' they issues online

A bunch of **** is still believin' they own lies

Still fightin' these demons, but on my own time

But I'm still with the extras, ****, that's on God

Was never into astrology or them horoscopes

Just got a call, my father's church was foreclosed

The saddest day was me seein' those doors close

Please show us the same favor you showed Job

Family of four died in the crash on La Brea

Just to think, an hour before I was just there

A wise man said, "Don't believe your own hype"

**** tryna tag you, guess everything comes with a price, right?

Far from writin' notebook bars in my mama garage

Black man facin' the type of shit that Obama could dodge

At times feel alone, but be still havin' convos with God

Yeah, still havin' convos with God, real life