ACCOUNTABILITY

[Verse] I accept my faults, that's accountability And all that blame on my shoulders fuck with my mental stability Really, you say I’m in feeling's you just ain't feelin’ me It don't mean much to you but this shit is killin' me It's gettin' mighty spooky when the ones that's overlookin' are the same that ask for backstage passes up at your booking's Lookin’ to Yahweh for passages in the booklet, somehow the straightest pathway got nasty, evil and crooked I ain’t takin' no disrespect, I’m lettin' bombs off Before I wear my heart on my sleeve, nigga I'll chop my arm off Never said I was a pimp, but the hoe played me like I was Don Juan And if you want my sloppy seconds just make sure my food is all gone I smoke in traffic, Honk-Honk Weed like Baskin Rob-Rob Blue slushie was Bomb-omb Slide up forty-one gun, smokin' through my head-top Either way it goes, I’m suicidal and I'm fed up I'm just tired of the hate Three thirty-five for the Bape Seventy a line for the eighth I can't cry, I create Why do you lie to my face? Brotherly ties shouldn't break Look in my eyes, I ain't straight I'd rather die than awake First class fly to the gates They don't acknowledge my pain I'm the black sheep of my gang They still gon' hide it in shame I made mistakes on the real Quicker to label insane Quicker to grill what is real Microphone burnin' in flames Blood gettin' spilled in the field, ain't no surprise you ain't safe I ain't tuckin' these diamonds, bitch I got fire on my waist Showin' that love get you killed, Get Rich or Die Tryin' to bang Phone right next to the charge, I let it die anyway Don't wanna talk anymore, just wanna drive into space Just wanna smile for once, never too tired to pray No, I can't find no friends but bitch I'ma find a way She said she found herself after she's found with me I need a black queen like Lauryn Hill, kill 'em softly Need a pistol under pillow, only time I'm pillow-talkin' Gotta keep God on my side just to keep the reaper off me Codeine in my cup, creepin' on me Colors on the page, I spit it they leap up off of it That's King, hol' up And that's a fact, that this ain't that Hol' up