Amount Of Takes

Trusting in god, believing in faith I don't got time to talk about fakes Ya people are different, your love is a waste Came from the bottom, but mentally great Fuck all the violence, get money the way Still got some drama and issues to fix Cause I want my people to see me go change I write my thoughts on paper and tape Just paid a fine from City Court dates I have a purpose to really go make To not make too many simple mistakes Don't wanna see me, fucking go ape The steak to too big from all of the snakes From places, to places, to places, to place I'm really tired, get the fuck out my face Bitch I'm the great, greatest Bitch I'm the great, greatest Fuck out my zone, I'm loving the drugs Give me sometime to show me the addy Started from the bottom and came from the mud Weed and the liquor the weapons I carry Angels be fighting my demons inside Sinners to hard to fight way too many Don't need no problems or issues to hide Behavior on manic, I've been through it, plenty Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they Fuck what they talk about, yeah Popping and smoking around with the gang I can out smoke you, you and I not the same Don't wanna be violent I rather be hurting myself from the drugs to numb my own pain Gifted an artist, is the life that I chose From friends to enemies and enemies to foes Took a lot of trouble when death was too close No ticket to heaven, cause I'm going ghost Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they Fuck what they talk about Fuck what they talk about, yeah