The type of song that I don't ever need a beat to write To The type to make a hippie and Mahatma Ghandi fight you The type to make you wait cause you ain't got the right To Surrounded by the bars but your cellie never write you I'm in the studio and Chris giving me lectures Thats big bro I can't dismiss it as simple conjecture He tellin me that my style is a felony Wavy like a marina but I sound misdemeanor Hold on, lets talk about that real life That pray Jehovah get me over while I kneel life That hit they body with shotty if they squeal life That make a song about whatever thing I feel like, real Life I'm back to black ski mask Back to the beat bodies im back to the rap repass Before I let a peon play He gotta debt homey he gon' pay ole The pressure Weighing down on me Things I did that I can't take back All the time that I can't get back Everything that you stole from me Feeling alone with this anger inside You can't see life through my eyes Got to let it go Help me let it go Its not about me I wanted Redd to spit something you know he a legend You yearn for that co sign if only for a second And the fact I even know him is truly a blessing Be he can't talk about what I'm confessing this a Lesson To the people that never knew better This PK is a relay life People always taking from you never repay life So it's a whole other animal when we say life Imagine that, you a grown man although you a kid Never alone cuz pops at home But everybody always calling on your pops at home To the point that you ain't feeling like your pops at Home Imagine that everybody gunning for your category Nobody care about infringing on your territory But you can understand God gotta get the glory He can talk to you I ain't bothering him for a story Me and my brother we cover each other I see my mother suffer, I seen my pops cry A lot people only family on Sundays Can't afford true love so they rather cop lies I seen pride try to kill the fold I seen women turn bitter cause they gettin' old I seen brothers who ain't never have mother Turn they back on my mother for a nickel and a Centerfold But still the word go forth It only matter that they eyes go north, and we can hold That torch I love that the body is awaken back But I wish that I could take em' back real talk This my debt collection, I need a price correction I'm paying back the man that's looking in my own Reflection And tellin' you the way it is how I show affection This is life addressing, its what the mic addressing This my debt collection, I need all of that I'm repossessing if you got it then I want it back They was running in my pockets they could crawl it back I want all of that I need all of that