[Intro]
It's kinda fitting that you, you can hear the rain outside the studio and shit
It never rain in South Central, but let me see if I can match that (Yeah)
[Verse]
Survived every stereotype
Could’ve died but I was scared of the lights
So look alive when the fear is in sight
'Cause the fact that I even had to survive a stereotype is why I'm here on these heights
And all this talking is just a reminder of who I should’ve been
I fell knee deep in that batter, and by thе looks of it
Fiends licking their fingers likе, "Saint, you put your foot in this"
My Samba's all over their souls, the reaper pushing in
The repercussions off of re-upping and how they come to you
Got you facing you like a W
And whether it's Frank Lucas or Frank Matthews or me in front of you
It seems to makes sense to be Frank about what a plug can do
Picture tug of war between the CIA fronting you raw
And the Soviet's bringing your mother along
KGBs and guns in the draw, and shit, I'm stuck in a war
Where by default they both coming along
A far cry from my rookie year calling for coke, only black boy in the valley, me and Waterhead Bo
So blame the valley for showing me to sneak through the back
To a crib out in Encino like Jemeker and Daff
I remember driving through Oakland, tryna leave with a stash
It was Kev' and Lee in the front, me in the back
One would tear shit apart, one would keep shit in tact
Forever my other brother like I'm Felix The Cat
And to my corners applauding how someone like me popped
Idolizing what I built when every price seem to drop
Y'all ain’t deserve to be the logo for who light up a rock
And y’all ain't deserve what Kermit on 59th street got
My success inspired everyone left from outta this mess
To be up next to leave the house with a recipe and a tech
To be direct, I’m hoping that God see my neglect
As a reason to look beyond and come throw me a resurrect
Did it on my own like none of the ones I helped raised
Who would've knew that being self made turns into self hate
Black Diamond's blood on the keys, taking up shelf space
And Boom-Boom riding down Crewshaw with a 12 gauge
Same as I did to Mel
I drove black queens into Hell
But Tenosse and Veronique can split a cell
I got a feeling shit ain't what it should be
Tried to duck it, but her mother make us split at the seams
So if I could pick up the jack and call my crib back in ’83
And I answer the phone off what I know, I would say to me
To still fly through with that bird that Avi gave me
But I should make that one sale to Claudia and say peace
Best way to save peace is really just to make peace
Peace with my surroundings like the crown ain't never came to me
Louie might've caught that back when she first called that
But a family tree in the street got me the fuck up off that
The fear of hanging up on myself and trying to call back
I had me in the trunk trying to see if I can afford that
Dial tone echoing, honor roll excellence
God bless the child, but what if God won't let him in?
I'm yelling in the phone and telling me to hit rewind
Like how I'm yelling in the phone and keeping Reed the fuck alive
With my mama as a shadow over me, like, "Son, it's fine
I just showed you how much more you used to see when you was blind" (Right)
[Chorus]
So may God bless the king (Ha)
Who really-really turned out to be a pawn (Yeah)
Trunk open wide, dreams came along (Yeah)
Next to a set of keys fitting like a charm (Right, yeah)
So may God bless the king (Ha)
Who really really turned out to be a pawn (Yeah)
Trunk open wide, dreams came along (Yeah)
Next to a set of keys fitting like a charm (For real)
[Bridge]
Babe
Never knew how much you meant to me
Oh
[Outro]
You are the devil, you know that?
Yeah, I know
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