That's my bad for believing in all those stories told
My lack for thinking that you thought of us both
My fault for getting safe when you forgot the code
My mistake for tryna make some iron into gold
I let my steel sharpen steel but you still playing dull
That one excuse of being young is getting pretty old
I have to love you from afar if you ain't staying close
I'm taking people as they are not as they could grow
Chosen soul
Deer water and pure food
Tryna steer clear of obscure moods
Insecure mouths
And impure motives
Everybody's a critic
And now they all promoters
All hoping to get over and hit quota
Call me crazy but I'd gladly lose my sanity
Lose a friend if that shit would mean my family eats
Keep it candid losing money is way more damaging
Don't waste a second of my time I take that personally
Every breath until I die it has to work for me
I never needed no woman to push me
No man to motivate and tell me who I could be
Quit playin'
You ain't serious fam
Ain't no accidental illionaires
You really satisfied
In bed at night waking up to clock in for the dreams of another man
I swear sleeping on yourself should be a f*cking sin
That shit is deadly
Rock bottom where only God can help me
Won't tell them nothing since there's nothing they could tell me
A drought's coming I'll be praying for your well being
Keep in mind I ain't leave you behind
You ain't wanna keep up
My quarter life changed rearranged for a piece of that pie
I can only hope you find your peace bruh
See you when I see ya
Think we need a
Think we need a breather
I'll see you when I see ya
I can only hope you find your peace bruh
Outlive and outgrow
Please don't let me get in my zone
I made fire with a stick and a stone
Flame on
I made heat in a kitchen full of microwave beats
May lightning strike me down if there's a lie that I speak
I'm in my best shape
I used to focused on the chest weight
But now I know it's more about the greens on my next plate
I ate nothing but beats for eight weeks.
Got me on a great streak
The game is dead meat
I'm on a fast from that fickle advice
Inconsistent the type
Fair weather fans
Who only be in the stands when the temperatures nice
And the ticket prices isn't too high
Got two cents for every nickel and dime
But when it's money time you didn't reply
I'm sure you was well intended that's right
You never meant it but guy
This real life how many more redemptions you'd like
Niggas better go and get it from Christ
Keep in mind I ain't leave you behind
You ain't wanna keep up
My quarter life changed rearranged for a piece of that pie
I can only hope you find your peace bruh
See you when I see ya
Think we need a
Think we need a breather
I'll see you when I see ya
I can only hope you find your peace bruh