I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter
So when I say my praises to God,
one verse is like a full choir
My every thought is pain,
strain and stressing me to death
Everyday is like a rehearsal,
that's prepping me for death
because this world ain't no friend of mine
Only thing I qualify for,
is murder and Penitentiary time
Y'all should of shot me, in
But I guess they was feeling eachother,
Here I am, first born torn
I tell my people so no to dope,
Need to practice my preaching,
I know I'm on pot before or not,
Ain't nobody got my back,
except the laws when they on it
Leaving no traces just blood on faces,
you won't even want be back
I'm losing my mind real fast
Dreaming and fiending for the day,
I could make some real cash
Dropping album after album,
But it's like I ain't did nothing,
cause the lights ain't on
How can I win, it's like everything
I do is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, fiending to see my end
All of my friends are fake,
they come around when I'm spending cash
But when I'm broke they out the do',
with wheels spinning fast
Lonely, daily dodging the
Telling my people fuck him,
cause he be working through my homies
Remember y'all laughing at me,
when I couldn't get a buck
It's all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles I'm
trying to jump over my residence
And my vehicle, is something I dump over
And it might not be much, but it's all I got
So when I paint it, promethazyne is all I pop
so I try to stay fucked up
Even though I do my best,
the only thing I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days
and I can't smoke no weed
Cause if I catch a dirty,
My first time ever sober,
it's fucking with my brain
Got a nigga with an attitude,
If you cross me I'll bring it to you hard,
Living like I'm invincible,
one day it's gonna cost me
, and I lay up in a grave
Bury me with a fifty sack,
and a motherfucking 12 gauge
Cause my homies was phony,
straight from the motherfucking start
Why couldn't I get a ride, if I ain't have no weed,
they gotta be strangers up a reverend breed
And if you beefing with me nigga,
You better pray that I'm codeine,
But I won't let you add up to my problems,
I will leave you tripping
so I try to stay fucked up
Be cause, when I'm sober I
Even though I do my best,
the only thing I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane