SS2

[Verse 1]

Piss smelling through the hallways

I was tripping for a minute had to get it back together, that’s what God say

Crime’ll get you 25 to life or in a pine box, what my mom say

Dreams of fucking with Beyonce

Dreams of daddy kicking dope & Bombjay

Lil bro started rapping told him he gon own his masters, you ain't Kanye

Ain’t no disrespect Yeezy I just needed reference points to keep it greasy

Back when I was 17 pushing cd’s, MySpace glitching going Nefertiti

Drake was on ascension, I was in detention, nigga stared skipping, muthafuck attendance, uh

Back & forth like it’s Aaliyah’s prime

My decisions, it could lead to crime

Time is money but I need divine

I put my trust in what my spirit says

Eyes open, I don’t fear the dead

Vegetarian for two weeks, heard the veggies lead to clearer head (heard that shit keep you real regular, my nigga, for real)

These days I wake up & struggle with balance

Cup runneth over, God flooded my chalice

Temptation strikes I could lean into malice

Assume I’m above it & succumb to fallacies

Born into royalty I’m where the palace be

Two story housing I feel inadequacy, huh

Water water water drown liver

25 I started brown liquor

27 started smoking Kush

'Til my third eye got a violent push

Kundalini causing head pressure

Better practices’ll hold me down

Isolated cause I lack trust

Often I cry randomly I do not know why but act up

And my my sensitive ways turn to mac trucks

Dr. Jekyll Mr. LaCue

Smiling faces turn to nigga fuck you’s

Pharaoh minded modern Timbuktu

Niggas like Cue you ain’t relevant

I stopped for a moment, got hesitant

[Interlude: Sylvan LaCue, Sample]

At first, like everybody else, I was insulted

I'm 'post to feel about that

But then I had to check myself a little bit and be like:

"You know, you probably not as important as you think you are, man"

[Verse 2]

But reality strikes

Mentality like

That of a delicate man under strike

Wanting his rights

Afraid of heights

But ready to fight

Iron Mike tight

Boxing my obstacles

I’m not unstoppable

Some shit being weighing so heavy it feel like my bed don’t want me take flight & I’m like (Sheesh)

What is the point of it all?

God

Thank you for breaking my falls

I now understand you were just looking out when I thought you were breaking my balls

From the contracts to the slithery snakes who made it their right to involve

I gave niggas more cause I thought they deserved it I had to be shown I was wrong

Mmm

Guess I could put it in songs

Sometimes I wanna say fuck being calm meditation won’t cut off this harm

Back when betrayal would get you deceased or at least they would cut off ya arm

Now niggas sit comfortably warm

But who am I to say what’s wrong or right?

Karma karma gotta way of moving

All I have it how I choose to do it

My interactions leave a real impression

If I don’t seek the truth I’m truly ruined

Back to where all of it started

Source inner standing my problems

Above it all I know God really got it

(Above it all, I know God got it, man)