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 
Counted us all there and we all sqaure 
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 viscious, 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