Lyrics:
Bishop on my right and LRN baby is too my left
Me and Young Shod got each other's back so watch how you come all my members step
We came out the trenches
hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
enough? (Hey!)
Enough for Heaven to hear me?
Oh, God,
Software is crashing, oh no
I can't take too much more of this
S.o.s. And no one's coming
I'm
me down to much
Call me a clown to much
Ain’t try to rush the luck
Just keep the grind as much
I pass the time well fuck
This shit get into my mental
Cause competition talks too much
I know it's rough
But y'all still can't get enough
I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti
Mastermind, my crime time
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
much forda school route I got bigger goals than a desk job
I'm tryna put my homies on top so with that in mind then I won't stop
Can't stop won't stop
And the truth be told
We too blessed and we having too much money in this rap game to be going to war with each other
And don't you ever get it twisted
spite of how I acted, why did God love me so
Much the He would just pay the price of my soul?
But I don't need to ask why. I already know.
gon' lie 'bout that
'Nother day getting to business
I swear I'ma ride for that
Don't ask me for no favors
If you ain't gon' cop my album, real life
They
they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
Still laying on concrete
Pop, pop by police
caught. I been too high I went too far
I already had too much and it still give me two more
You on my mind and so I keep you where my soul is
Riding out
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
it, she can feel my spirit fallin'
And I fear she worry too much, but I'm glad she worry 'bout me
Then again, the world is too much, I can see my
of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red
That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight
So your chances of standin'
Much smaller than my plan to defeat you
Wait, what, do I
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
have just took too much Anacin
Frozen mannequin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that you?
Somebody help me, before I OD
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
Nothing in my mind no nothing going on
(I gotta gotta gotta leave theres no winning)
Keep it all inside
There's too much God damn repetition
Days they come
Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much suffering
I'm just twenty-some-odd
Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe
Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much suffering
I'm just twenty-some-odd
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Too much on my mind
(Yeah)
Do it all on time, keep it on demand
Im still the boy, but I feel like the man
No one over me, so please
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
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