I can't depend on one basket of eggs Can't tell you sit at the table if I ain't gon pass the bread Call ourselves paper chasing since we was after shreds Plotting how we could run the town like the last leg Hillside dipping with the swisher in my ash tray Quiet spot on the other side that couldn't catch a break Setbacks to acclimate Where they ain't tell you that you could make it Or that survivor's guilt come with the accolades But if I could encapsulate the feeling that this gave me I'd put it in a bottle and give it back to my babies So they could save somebody else, I know somebody saved me Never take this shit for granted, that's the takeaway for me Done things I can't take away and things you can't take away from me Embraced it, found myself to fill the vacancies Faith for what I ain't percieve Thankful for that daily bread and daily breathing Spreading love like it's everything we needed They like 'Jabee, when you running for office?' I don't know All I know is I'm tired of running from officers Not that I do it often I'm often offered no options I ain't read the book I authored it Tryna see the prophet and the prophetess The prophecy is profit hypothesis Tryna fill my pockets got me acting out of pocket Got the sermon you can cop it Don't like it, don't knock it If it's popping you can knock it in your ride That's the gospel I provide, provisions I decide That's Colossians verse 5 Peace be unto you and the courage be under fire Devil be undermined God sent me a sign he turned my water into wine And anytime I rhyme I cast my pearls before swine I stay aligned but got these hoes on my line Got mind on my money and my money on my mind