Fifty nights ago, went ahead inside my notepad
And bought a seven of some pressure just to blow past time
Back in my past life, I was the king of this
Went and gave all my homies presents for the reaping
But even in them niggas dread I see hope and a reason
Cause a nigga shed tears no matter the season
Behind him blowing that breeze I see he taller than most
Behind smoking that weed I see he smarter than most
Behind enemy lines I see they picking they targets like fine wine
I'm just getting it started
Spit it audibly so niggas on that back left wall hear me clearly
Hope the pictures on the wall remind you so dearly
Just know it's hopeless when you hope
That the material things supply the pleasure forever
You going to learn ya lesson
See where yo gratitude for that shit you got
Attitude got you wishing that you wasn't where you was
But you is cause yo thinking is clouded
Steady thinking in doubt, got you living in drought
And have you feeling without
This shit hotter than the kitchen stove
And it's colder than that winter grove harvest
I'm that underrated artist
I parted ways with niggas who wouldn't keep the focus
I shortened days with niggas who move in different motions
And ever so often I keep that toolie in my coat
Because these niggas intentions speak even louder than my goated superiors
As I float through this period, you can see my energy shift
Cause my interior shot from the stars
It's a lot that I haven't seen and some porches gotta get cleaned
But my spirit told me don't you intervene
Don't you hit that scene half-stepping, half-repping where you came from
Same for your name it's the stain that you made from
In plain sight, niggas take the frame
And they bend it to fit inside some other shit
But what's the point in me talking, you on some other shit
If you ain't heeding my message you ain't my brother bitch
You ain't my brother bitch
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