i got the tool here strung on my right
and ever since i loss you pops i don't write
but every time the beat come on i swear it's go time
the pieces of divine start clickin'
the mistress in my mind start strippin'
i swear that i'm at a constant conflict with these women
cause all the studio time that i buy is way more important than anything that they've given
owe that ho a couple dollars
told her take it in blood or i'm crypt-ed
i swear at the top is my mission
cause sometimes i feel like if you would have been proud
then you wouldn't have gone missin'
picture a child in his prison
where nobody gon' write me
and visually i'm sustained by walls of steel
is it possible that the fire is all that's real
am i a liar or is all this real
is it true that the ones with the desires get all the meals
shit and my momma got a stomach too
and if you talk bullshit how do i stomach you
pop myself two or three bars
i swear i feel like it ain't nothin' new
pulled up out the driveway like