Betrayed in the way, mental state in a rage
Prayin every day sayin grace over plates
Heart full of hatred, forever in pain conveying the tear drops on my face
Focus on the past, hard to let it go
All been there before
If I call to let it show, y'all would never know
Don't talk to everyone at once who listen
Deep down don't feel it
Givin fake advice while concealing they intentions
Talk to you after they pretend that they with you
Turn right around and then tell the whole city
Behind the back shit, in a timely fashion
Then look down like drama when they line the blast
Dreams of me being dead on my mama's mattress
Even there ain't safe when my mind was there, with my mind collapsing
Hustle real hard to provide, go to jail, am I grinding backwards
Preacher at church steady tellin people they should have faith
Does logic matter
Crack use is my congregation
In the trap trapping, maybe I'm the pastor
Design a fabric, pirex jar with the butter knife turn it white, Michael Jackson
Pipe day after my life's disaster
Broke niggas all around and my rifle braggin
I'm the type to handle, lead examples
Press the hammer get your legs dismantled in the streets
Tryin to freeze my cheese it'll be you and me
This a harder gamble
I'm a squeeze at your feet, hit you dead in the knees
Then stand up, in your chest, blowin out your candle
Brought out the Phantom, pour a drink inside it
No thinkin bout it, peep game to run it
Hostile environment, I'm residing
Miley Cyrus, chick in college tryin it
Biters bitin it, spendin this money while I'm down motorin like why to try
Fuck ups rival it, then that rifle spit
Why don't said your whip, why don't say it
Aim for the face, shorty I'm whipped
Got ass like a horse told her aim for the waist
Pushin my grill, you's aim for the pace
But when I sip somethin I fuck with the taste
Got cuffed in the case but they called it a tank
Special response, pullin up in a tank
Best friend told homie ain't betrayin but I'm sayin
Solid brain, solid, I'm a make it, I'm a make it
Keep tellin myself it's the reason I'll make it
Only nuts wanna favor when you make it
I was in the paper, not for makin no paper
Mighty tied up, someone left butt naked
I was interrogated, never gave no statement
Know a few fakes who can't say what I stated
I don't gang bang but my gun go bang bang bang
Phone goin rang rang rang
Tell em bitch, fuck em, I ain't got no change
Feel on your ass, all you do is complain
That's about bane and tell em under go strange
Back up like shoes that ain't got no strings
Niggas jumpin all around but to me it looks strange
When I'm on stage it's because I got paid
Me bein real on the strength of bein real
Sometime I feel I can do without fame
It's the life of a general