Push my bitch off me then I bake up

Make the yayo stretch like Tony when he wakes up

I gotta get my cake up, I'm flipping them dolphins

And got midget in the cabinet like Trapped In The Closet

Tired of taking these losses, they locked my partner in the Feds

And they got my lil' cousin doing life like Karlie Redd

Doctors took my granny's leg, a few months later, she was dead

Man I gotta get this bread and never been the type to beg, so-

Father I've been scathed, forgive me for my ways

I done did some hellish things for the rent

Trafficking them plays, serving to the Js

What is Lent with a pocket full of lint?

I done found my wave, now everything is paved

And i'm really starting to feel like it was meant

Mama i'm ashamed, this ain't how I was raised

Gotta get my down on my knees and repent

Now shall I vent

Man these **** still lying in their rhymes

I guess that it's a sign of the times - Aye!

I got a feeling like my grind is divine

And Tony told me that this world was mine - Wait

I gotta chase it, It's so close that I can taste it

Grab my pistol and I'm off to the races - Aye!

Can't be complacent when you out here trying to make it

I ain't tripping bitch I'm tying up my laces

Back to the basics

No religion but my shoes Christian

Sold my soul, hit the liquor store and bought a spirit

I'm trying to stack it to the sky, I feel like time is ticking

But just 'cause the stakes high, I won't buy the chicken

I gotta get it

Jesus pendant on my chest, skinny **** - I don't flex

Man these **** head and shoulders, we got next

Chasing checks

I got bitches trying to swallow me

Babies on the cover like Ready to Die and Carter 3

Who hard as he?

Hip Hop is dead, I am the solution

We the people on the top like the constitution

Not to mention, I'm your daughter's favorite street rapper

Bosh mixed with Aaron Rodgers, i'm a heat packer

And my lil' one ride around with the .44

Blow a **** through the wall like a glory hole

Man only Lord knows what I'd do to help my family

Tell them boys stay off the grass like Stanley

They'll never understand me

Man these **** still lying in their rhymes

I guess that it's a sign of the times - Aye!

I got a feeling like my grind is divine

And Tony told me that this world was mine - Wait

I gotta chase it, It's so close that I can taste it

Grab my pistol and I'm off to the races - Aye!

Can't be complacent when you out here trying to make it

I ain't tripping bitch I'm tying up my laces

Back to the basics

Father I've been scathed, forgive me for my ways

I done did some hellish things for the rent

Trafficking them plays, serving to the Js

What is Lent with a pocket full of lint?

I done found my wave, now everything is paved

And i'm really starting to feel like it was meant

Mama i'm ashamed, this ain't how I was raised

Gotta get my down on my knees and repent

Now shall I vent