Yeah. Yeah more. Yeah. More time with family and friends more life. More time to get it right. It's only me but I'm seeing. Four shadows in the light. My demons visit me every night. To the most high I'm forever indebted. I know I gotta pay something. I know that day's coming. I put it all in the music. Because if I don't say it here. Then I won't say nothing. Could feel my hand getting tired. From holding the grudges. Two birds one stone my aim is amazing. I need to start losing my shit. Just to show you niggas who hatin'. Too reserved like I called ahead. For me and my lady. Free c5 how the fuck we got the boss waiting. Ever since the blue basement. I found god and I lost patience. Between rocks and hard places of all places. Spotted everywhere like dalmation. Cops snoop around cause all my dogs famous. Please welcome the october fall baby. Vaughan road academy. Star player-my mind's not all there. Used to carry a lot of dead weight. Like a pallbearer. People too scared to tell. The truth so it's all dares. Count it it's all there and we all square. Quick money I'm in and out. My dad used to use a soap bar. Till it's thinning out. But shit look at dennis now. All stacy adams and linnen'd out. More blessings for sandy and him more life. My parents never got it right but. God bless 'em both I think we all alike. We all wide awake late at night. Thinking on what to change. If we do get to do it twice. In a another life. Scared to go to sleep now. Cause being awake is. What all my dreams were like. Back when the bar I set for myself. Was out of sight. Tell me how I went and did chin ups. On this shit when I can't see it. Pin ups of meagan good and pam grier. Soul sisters. Inspired my old scriptures. Now that feeling gone like them old pictures. Mixing liquors got us both twisted. Words get so vicious you just stare at me. While you roll swishers. Girl I love you but I don't miss you. And no matter what year it is I'm an old 6'er. Go figure cold nigga stay in school man. Fuck the rap game it's all lies. And it's all filthy. 2 Percent of us rich and the rest. Of these niggas all milk it. Got two of my niggas off with a not guilty. Gave back to the city and never said it. If I didn't live it but still they try. To tell you I'm not the realest. Like I'm some privileged kid. That never sat through a prison visit. Or like it was just handed to me tied. With a ribbon. I never worked to get it. But really it's you. With all the drug dealer stories. That's gotta stop though. You made a couple chops. And now you think you chapo. If you ask me though you. Ain't lining the trunk with kilos. You bagging weed watching pacino. With all your niggas. Like "this what we need to be on. But you never went live. You middle man in this shit. Boy you was never them guys. I can tell cause I look. Most of you dead in your eyes. And you'll be trying to sell that story. For the rest of your lives. Can't show us where the cash is. Me I don't judge. I'm just going off what the math is. Numbers inflated. They all look at me like. What have you done for me lately?. I like your older shit. But wasn't in love with the latest". Awe baby stop debating I'm just a creative. My numbers out of this world. No wonder they got me feeling so alienated. You were the man on the moon. Now you just go through your phases. Life of the angry and famous. Rap like I know I'm the greatest. Then give you the tropical flavors. Still never been on hiatus. You stay xanned and perked up. So when reality set in. You don't gotta face it. I'm down 200 in vegas. But winning life on a daily basis. It seems like nobody wants. To stay in my good graces. I'm like a real estate agent. Putting you all in your places. Look what happens soon. As you talk to me crazy. Is you crazy?