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And R.I.P. DJ Shay
Understand how short life is
Uh, they probably give me my roses after they honor me
Stabbed in the back after my heart collapsed as an artery
I'm passionate with fashion and art to match the discography
Brought gangsters to the Grammys and gangsta rap to the Carnegie
But still keep my eye in the scope like I practice photography
The rice and the dope relaxin' in harmony
Come fall in love with the dope boy
Like Cupid practicin' archery in back of the pharmacy, oh boy
Trapped in the trap is a part of me
The heroin in the spatula is almond-y
The crack turn to almonds to feed back the economy
Riskin' freedom so we never relapse into poverty
Please never rematch with the dynasty
Or find coverage like when your insurance is relapsin' a policy
Steppin' in my office, I'm rehashin' the policy
The diamonds in my chain are a free class in astrology
I'm active, prayin' that all my street niggas make it out
Your name on a bullet is written sloppy, can you make it out?
Luck is a lady, I hope you makin' out
She told me, "Don't cum," but I didn't take it out (No)
God bless, I pray you make it out the hood, God bless
I pray you make it out for good, God bless
God bless
Pray my niggas make it out the projects
Babies havin' babies, it's a process
Mentally enslaved, but it's a complex, ah
I hope you make it out the hood, God bless
I hope you rise
Uh, you would've knew who was real if you was familiar
The grass ain't greener, them niggas usin' a filter
Fuck jewelry, get real estate, make it you and the builder
Fuck you and the jeweler, make it you and the realtor
Want my heart inside a gold, I ain't never doin' it silver
Porn star, when I do it, I film her
Is your glass full of fluid spillin'
Brew on the filtered? I need the remedy
I spoil you if you real and you loyal, I feed the energy
You gotta earn the right to beef with me or be a friend of me
You cowards ain't got enough power to be my enemy
Stylin' even in trap houses, I need amenities
I can scour the dirt in my shower and leave a legacy
I'm powerful, but all I see ahead of me
Are trust issues 'cause girls in happy relationships be DMing me
When I needed a hug, my bitch thought that I needed Hennessy
Because I made my legal tender meet illegal tendencies
Trappin', my mama said, "Dap, pray or believe it"
When you have a Black face, it's a rat race to the precinct
I'm in the last game shootin' it halfway from the bleachers
Prayin' that my angels done castrated my demons
As far as BSF, that man Shay is a genius
This the soundtrack to Rev Run's hand-painted Adidas
The album sound like God's hand came in the speakers
Virgin Mary, this album was handmade in the fetus
And we made it elite, I'm just glad to say that he seen it (Word)
But he passed away on his last day to complete it
So I'ma carry the weight 'til my back's breakin' to pieces
Fuck a back brace, I'm whippin' this crack, shavin' the pieces
I'ma make sure your name on blast, play in arenas
Until we meet again on that path taken to Jesus, bless you
I feel that you have to, uh
If you gon' make it in here, you have to be consistent
You have to take this shit serious like you take any
You gotta make sacrifices just like, you know
You make sacrifices for anything else
Like, but this is my life, this is a way of life
I get up every day, roll a biscuit and make music
And I probably work twice as many hours
I work twice as many hours as most people, uh, every single day
My average, I go to bed every night with this
Like, "Damn, man, what time you be goin' to sleep?"
Me, I go to sleep every night between two and three o'clock
And I'm up every morning by seven o'clock, 7:30 at the latest
And I'm not, I'm not tired