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