lord knows

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

underneath the city lights

driving and i'm drinking grandma pray that i'mma get it right

i just want a piece of mind a day where i consider right

depression killing niggas losing sleep cause i ain't feeling right

grade-a baby 80's baby stress will drive nigga crazy

popping pills and drinking more feeling undescribed lately

daily i been going through a and i'm losing focus

so i play it super cool hope these niggas never notice

uh lord have mercy on my soul i just gotta make it 9 to 5

i can't be pitching home

chasing my dreams swear i never been this scared before

i do it for my kids

this the realest shit i ever wrote

lately my heads been spinning crazy

riding through my city music playing

i won't lose i refuse not to make it

however it comes i'll take it

spark a l and crack the window open

can't you see life is what you make it

yeah

blowing dope by the sunset

bitch i'm still standing sucka nigga i ain't done yet

not from all the bullshit that life threw a niggas way

baby mamma pmsing just fucked up a niggas day

talking to my dad kept it short cause i ain't got shit to say

hardly know each other so we let relationships decay

mama hurtin i wish i could take the pain away

i broke down when my uncle died let his soul drift away

in the sky where them dreams go

i hold on emotions i wish i could let some things go

life can be a bitch it's never palm trees and rainbows

i pop up out that gutter and brush the dirt up off my kango

swear i tryna let this pain go

the inside is burning up i can feel the flames grow

and damn a nigga hurting

they say nothing last forever

until they close the curtain

and i wake up paranoid

because these nightmares reoccurring

success is never promised

but fuck i'm so determined i fall down i get back up

you know that nothing is for certain

i can't stop until the pastor read my sermon

lord knows

and i'm

making it happen

made trappin'

and now i'm making it trappin'

god has been gracious

new big faces

no new drug cases

thought i'd beast traced of the bucases with incarcerated scarfaces

but i'm car racing

63 v-twizzy

in the booth i get busy

murder tracks

mutilation

and result dough accumulation i'm with young

black and dope

from the ghetto music

sooth the nation

simple equation: i'm the doctor

you the patient

first lp

second lp

operation

yall dudes know the procedure

if you cross me i'll squeeze you

leave you bleeding on the doctor's table

this is not a fable

i been monster cable

before the monster came

now i rock without the label

reason that i bought the porsche cause i hoarse shit

louie boat kicks rocking low shit without the label

this team early

you know we up for lunch and prayer

always catch the brothers still ballin

but that's another story