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[Verse 1] Confessional soliloquies, a lesson of humility It's hard when our fathers in correctional facilities If it wasn't for my professional ability I would probably be somewhere on a level 4 where killers be But I'm off aggression road with a extra load of Hillary Straight from Mexico, my connections go to Italy Bless his soul, sold oregano from Piccad-italy We had the gas and water, paid the mortgage from utilities Niggas ask for smoke so I try to keep a Sig with me And I'm talking in code shawty, I keep that thingamajig with me My spirit lives forever even if they kill me physically What do you call a black sheep that made it past the streets? The escape goatbut them bullets never riddled me Haha, okay here's another riddle, peep There's 4 of us in the car and I put my bitch in the middle seat 'Cause the Mossberg pump riding shotgun literally I was taught never get caught at the stop light Beef lasts forever, I wish I could make it all right But I had to learn how to make it home making all rights Get what I'm saying? Alright Niggas shooting in the air, never had a dog fight Glock with the fog light, I done lived a hard life, right? Man these streets'll show you no mercy Like leftover Thanksgiving, I went cold turkey The most worthy, I took a flow that's so murky They call me 4:30, that means I was woke early Had to get my teeth fixed, rest in Peace to 'Ol dirty Ain't them hoes pearly? Haha Yeah, okay let's switch the topic I might just drop a Christian project, niggas still'll cop it I'm a Catholic that's philosophic, yeah And my freestyles are philanthropic, yeah So that makes me a non-profit, oh Ha, get the logic? Used to be a con-artist, but I never picked a pocket My partner still doing time, imagine me stealing watches, huh They botched a robbery and had to kill the hostage Real life chronicles, the honorable Muhammad who Changed lives, my songs can do the same things the Quran'll do Life ain't fair, nah, and neither is the carnival They get paid when you lose, how you think they make they money, fool? Haha, Sunday school over one's and two's In the middle of tongue and groove There's wisdom in my rendezvous Cyphers in the cafeteria, making niggas run they food First I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels Ooh, first I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels [Verse 2] Pull off in a foreign, watch it fishtail We was weighing fish scale on a fish scale No really a fish scale You know the one with the hook on it that you hang by the fish gill? We was getting 'em in, I'm talking big bales Huh, plus them nicks sell, David Fizdale I'm just a rich player, never did jail Man, forget 12 but if you did tell Snitching on the clique, it wouldn't sit well They gon' leave your momma house with SIG shells A couple bands on your head, I'm talking pigtails I be rapping like I don't think my shit smell Shawty got a dart mouth, I never did yell The relationship failed so that ship sailed School I would skip, hell But I learned that silent and listen is the same word, just misspelled Silent and listen is the same word, just misspelled Like you know how the letters on the motherfucker? like Silent, listen, ah, y'all'll get that I got my GED, I guess it's still a diploma I'm in the trap house 'cause niggas get killed on the corner Old head in the kitchen with the Williams Sonoma Had to boil the rock salt to kill the aroma, uh Fuck around and have mesothelioma I was selling gas, I never had any homework, huh Hugging the block, that bitch made me a loner Even when I think about grinding I still get a boner I still get up on her, ha That's why I keep bringing up oh shit I need to chill with the plunger I ain't that rich yet, I still live in the jungle They got lion, hyenas and gorillas living among us No Nintendo games, niggas kinfolk slang Their M4s swing right below where the trench coat hang Insults came had to revenge your gang Now he see his son through the glass, that's the windows pain Huh, so let us twist romaine To be a rapper in the hood, that's how you built your name Like when the heroin stick your vein, it hit your brain If I ain't the dopest nigga ever you must sniff cocaine Listen, since everybody wanna talk about the ghostwriter I wrote fire for most of your favorite artists so I inspired This whole generation, y'all are ghost biters Technically speaking, I'm everybody's co-writer Flow tighter than fish pussy, thanks to the most higher Kickin' pimpin' my nigga, don't get your hoe hired Former coke driver, Ferragamo coat buyer Who you know flyer? Stefano Ricci bow tie-er Let me run this joke by you, ha Every rapper was richer before rap but I was broke prior You was never in the trap with the toast by you Broke the microwave so we hit it with the blow dryer A dozen roses on my show rider 'Cause, ha, niggas will never give me my flowers Kept it a hundred when I spoke I belong on a lowrider Got the world at my fingertips, I'm a Globetrotter I'm on Lufthansa with a Luke dancer We the new tandem, too random but I'm too handsome To be out here prancing around in a new Phantom With a Cubana who blew me down like a Snoop anthem Made her my main bitch, she in New Hampshire Huh, I'm the type to hold your boo ransom Told her I don't do cameras in a cool manner I said, "it's principles baby and I'm the school chancellor" Huh, cute answer then she threw a tantrum It's a new scandal every day on the news channel So I'm paranoid, I got my hand on my tool handle 'Cause when you're the shit, niggas, they want a stool sample I'm from where they step on niggas, don't get your crew trampled 'Cause when it's your time it's your time, you can't shoot cancer Huh, you can't shoot cancer My daddy worked too hard so we ain't do Santa