My homie died yesterday I'm still coping
Fell victim to the grind with his eyes still open
Maybe He was looking for the good In this world
See It doesn't take much in this life to lose focus
Just a dream deferred in other words
A burden we observe it hurts to let the words mix
& once in them birds will then converge to splurge to get them purses gold diggings the worst shit
& then try to fit a job in wit college
Theres No room for all the Costumes in the closet
But through the hard knocking and nonsense
He couldn't hear the door hard knocking it's ur concious
fighting yourself is just an uphill battle
Shining spotlight on the monster only makes a bigger shadow
Lifes got me feeling like the baby with the rattle
but ur just an astrophysisist u don't even matter
Mass & velocity I stand in front of tragedy
Maybe cuz I'm killing these beats but granted amnesty
Cold war kid that's word to ur mother
anytime I drop the new shit make u duck & cover
Take a look at the pharoh but please don't touch
My lines sarcophagus gold with no Rustin
Never see me up in the club I'm out bustin
Nuts over beats & once ur asleep
I'm the nigga creeping outta ur closet spitting lyrical bombs
I'm no trig but I'm a problem
The rent I couldn't aford so Ima dodge em
While u were cleaning them floors I'm cleaning up in the stores
In them days my pay was more Acura
I did it on my accord it was more natural
Now My minds lambo humble as a lamb though
Rappers getting jammed up I got Peter pan flow
No I'll never grow up I'm focused on the blow up
Get ur doe up & I Better get the cheese for these cold cuts
Sandwich ill bag this with my eyes closed
that's fine homie but u better drive slow