Living With It

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I don't mean to get spiritual ma
When I pray to God I ask how much miracles cost
They too few and far between to be free
When it rains it pours I just need me some peace
When I lost gramps I felt like I lost a part of me
Yeah we our problems but he always meant a lot to me
Fatherhood lottery
Assisted living robbery
Listening to him sing on voice recordings is how I honor him
No tears but I mourn him
It's raining it's pouring
And when I was hungry I bought them chips on the corner
They say I rap like I got a chip on my shoulder
I take the chip and I eat it
And they gone ask for a meaning
Like how PS a genius but he ain't even on genius
Just give me some time
I'ma make it I mean it
Always been a nice guy but my flow is the meanest
I'm in control of my demons
At least for the time being
I keep a cross around my neck
Only thing I believe in
They try alter my vision so they can see what I'm seeing
But you can't wear these prescriptions
Man what were they thinking
I think I'm tired of hearing all these lil niggas making shit up
I call bullshit but bullshit don't pick up
I'm the pick of the litter and these lil niggas is mad
I wrote 6 songs in a week and I'm still in my bag
They want smoke then I'm all for it
I told 'em life's a trip and I always seem to fall for it
How you 6'4 and you still fall short
Damn
Now you know that's uncalled for
Okay switching up the scene
I do what I please
It's me and that boy who goes crazy on the keys
Spittin on the beat
Like I ain't got all my teeth
If they got smoke with P they gotta go through me
Leave me some room to be someone
I'm not your father
But all of the shade being thrown I swear I'm bout to son him
How he rap J Cole and flow like Gunna
I'm versatile you can take it personal if you wanna
I'll still be on the come up
Old school new school I thought we all graduated
I don't shoot shots I swing swords like a gladiator
Remember I was hungry at the crib eating Now or Laters
Now I gotta get it put down the wrapper and pick up the paper
Now I gotta get it I'ma hustler I'ma money maker
Giver by nature but when it comes to rap I'ma taker
And they gone know my name like I'm Trey Songz and yall the neighbors
They gone know my name like the goat that played for the Lakers
One thing I know
My girl sing soprano we gone leave on a high note
She rather sing alto
Niggas at my neck like a hard pill to swallow
I'ma hard act to follow
That ain't just ego you can peep the ensemble
And today I'm a hero but I'm a legend tomorrow
I studied Da Vinci and I can paint like Picasso
Bravo bravo
They love my bravado
And love is the motto
My baby a model
Bought baby a bottle
She sip it and swallow
To silence her sorrow
I lead and they follow
Make hits like Apollo
He sit in my shadow
I'm ripping and runnin' I'm deep
I'm deep undercover
Put beats in the oven
And eat with my cousins
I pray for my mother
My sisters and brothers
And so many others
I love em I'm gone
Don't wait for me to come back home
I'm a legend when I'm gone I'll make em sing about me
Sleep is the cousin of death I make her dream about me
Wise words get gone or get with it
Life get hard either die or live with it
Leave me some room to be someone

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