Okay
Queen, I apologize from
the bot tom of my heart
I love you
Dear sisters, apologize for all the disses
All the times I called you bitches,
an act that's so distant
A nigga so relentless,
arguments so senseless
Your heart's so vicious
Accept my apology,
the devil tryna body me
You know I'm just a rider, see
When a man is on his own,
he's in his comfort zone
Nev er know what's on his dome
till his conscience gone
Like the
Dead
Sea
Scrolls, like
Prince holding on to a vault full of songs
Uh, I can't let that go
Payback,
James
Brown, gotta get back, bro
For sure life's too short,
first get that dough
Gotta bless all my kids so I'll
laugh at them for dead
Understand that the fed
s kidnapped me for the bread
Modern day slavery, entrapped me,
they baited me
Now I'm in
CDC, my family members hate a
G
Blatantly, swept a nigga un der the rug
Threw me under the bus,
dragged me straight through the mud
Own bloods, this lanes,
but I'm a grown man first
Gives a fuck how hard you are,
this shit hurt
Now who gon' die first?
I lay my life on the line
I ain't got time for church,
they preachin' peace to the blind
While my people's out here dyin',
niggas closin' they eye s
Like they ain't gettin' slaughtered next,
we all in the line
Look at
Cosby,
Bobby,
Michael
Jackson, and
Prince
Kanye,
Dr.
Bullet, guess
Jamie was next
Wake your game up , nigga
I wake up every day and say,
can I wake my game up?
Situations was hard,
most of em I gained from
I wanna see my seed grow old
and my gang up
Some people look in the mirror
and they wanna change stuff
Some people look at they own kind
and wanna kill em
Nothin' is accidental,
knew this since I was little
Tellin' stories verbatim,
shit that I couldn't make up
Can't hit the snooze button,
homie, wake yo game up
Y 'all don't know me, you knew me, bro,
off tequila, drivin' home
Drunk from the studio,
I been spared so many times by
God's grace
Said I'd never do that shit again,
but a hard day
Mixed with hard liquor an
d hard facts
It's fucked off that I'm still
stuck in this con tract
It could be worse,
the big hit was just damn stuck in a box
Now we got connects in
TV and film comin' to chop
Meetings at
Chateau, private jets to
Arizona
Touchdown for 72 hours,
I've been some coners
I'm movin' right,
cause the small victories add up
Had years of bad luck,
the walls was tagged up
My area had us, with a hunger for more
Like
Lloyd
Banks' album,
hard times I had to deal with
Homie, I can't count em,
in stead of countin' me out
You gotta count me in,
cause I'm really takin' it to the max like the value men's
I'm duckin' industry ops,
pops had to duck the cops
Hidin' cash in the air ducts
after he scrubbed the pot
I was mak in' beat after
beat for ten seasons
Devil couldn't get me a selfie,
sent demons
Give me a soulful instrumental,
I'ma bleed it
Till it turn red like
G's from
Pasadena
Too many years, niggas slept,
so I'm makin' plays on the phone
Before I get up out the bed
Wake up every day and say,
how can I wake my game up?
Situations was hard,
most of em I gained from
I wanna see my seed grow
old and my gang up
Some people look in the mirror
and they wanna
change stuff
Some people look at they
own kind and wanna
kill em
Nothin' is accidental,
knew this since I was
little
Tellin' stories verbatim,
shit that I couldn't
make up
Can't hit the snooze button,
homie, wake your
Game up
I mean, nigga like me,
least mistaken lobster type nigga, you hear me?