Live from the ville, live from the ville, not worried bout copping a deal Im worried bout drama with momma, the problems are real I pray to god, and Allah Muhammad, and jah, to bless us with dollars Not for the Prada, designer attire, but help momma profit with lot of these bills So she can retire, in silence, right on a tropical island In the mean time, the town is surrounded by sirens and violence, the problems are real My father was ill, me and my mom at the hospital, watching the doctor, drop him in hospice, god And since he died, the trauma with momma is live and unreal God god, Im tryna stop it and chill My partner got a line on klonopin, spot me for nada, he promise for real Block as hot as a sauna. body of toxins, driving a Honda, stop and vomit from vodka Copping a dime of the ganja while popping a lot of these pills Anything to distract me From that, and the fact that my dads in the past, see Im lazy with grief, but athlete when the track meet Me so ahead of your raps, Ill prolly lap me Ha, but back to the facts Back to these gats that pop in sync in these backstreets Where if you a big imposter, youd think you d win a oscar How theyll clap if you act, and that is a fact, b Working with what is given, who? Im a wonderful wizard with words And Im wicked with wisdom, my writtens are written to warm you or warn you, you witness the work And I walk in and wander this world waging a war with the wave of the whack For a wage and wonder why within my wallets a Washington, wasting and wondering, what is my worth? What is my worth slacking, fucking with all these drugs Wish I was there for my family, damaged, damn it, love em, put no one above My cousin, packing and bagging that action, crack, bucking on all these slugs I got brothers asking whats bracking and a cousin who call me cuh Shit is crazy, vision hazy, off of this good cess My dad is looking down an angel, at his 2nd youngest son His face is at an angle, know Im often a shook mess See my laces getting tangled tryna walk in his footsteps And Im still working on myself, its hard to be me You rappers need some help, as far as bars, you cant see me I look at what Im dealt, Im not ashamed of what I felt Cause these things I been through is what makes me me
ville, copping, momma, bracking, worried