RIP Uncle Murray, for real
And I'm gone, back to where I'm from
Left that place a don, gave 'em what they want
Couldn't even write songs for a month
Batting average down I was in a slump
Like Thursdays I got over the hump, cleanin' skeletons out my closet took 'em to the dump, yeah
Had a tough time gaining back some trust puff puff fill my lungs without bud it was too much, yeah
Lookin' back yeah I wish some things were different
Had some malice in the club like the Pistons
I was drippin' blood now I know my limits
Had to focus up get back to the mission
Still got blood stains on my sneaks from some beef I mean if I tweak they throw in the clink
All I remember was washing blood in the sink my iPhone ring it's Cheech yeah I know she feelin' weak
What the f*ck is goin' on only been here 'bout a week, almost hit the dial tone and had my niggas come and scheme
Making beats back to work got an album comin'
Know my worth face my problems no more runnin', I'm gone