Lyrics

Between thinking I’m too old for adlibs
And accenting the madness with Adsense
Now i gotta worry about my kid
In class being shot by yo dumb ass kid
The mirror is closer than it appears my nigga
Cause 50 ain’t the new shit but year my nigga
Time came and did what it did my nigga
Is you happy or nah I hope you is my nigga
Chances are
That if the dance is hard
Then a damaged heart
Should rip that bandage off
It should Scan the scars
and then answer
Did this not come from what I demanded of god
If you love you
What could a new drug do
It is dope to know
But really who loves school
May as well throw hands of it’s nothing to lose
Weather man said it’s

I hate the story in your head about me
I can hear it from here it lies loudly
And you be standing in the rain so proudly
I shoulda knew that it was
cloudy
Na na na na
cloudy
Na na na na
cloudy
Na na na na
cloudy


An
artist rots in jail and the people wonder why
When the answer is from selling what the people wanna buy
See the lyrics all real but the outrage ain’t
the lord needing his money ain’t about making saints
Pots fulla piss stank whatever place you in
The smell of a mistake after misstating the win
Take a deep breath dawg like you saving the wind
But let it go or die
Wisdom is great but does not stop the hurt
When I could give a fk about why it did not work
I used the be the youngest now the youngins
Call me sir
I get it but somehow is just not what I prefer
It ain’t a statement bout quitting That I did not say
I did go there a few times but I did not stay
Today was was a good day
But I can feel it in my bones it’s gone rain fo’ long