Answers (Outro)

(album: 2:00 AM - 2016)

Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies...

She called me out the blue, she must've sensed it
She start praying, "Dear Father" her first sentence
Nose start flaring up, eyes start tearing up
I don't pray to God, I pray to her, I know she there and stuff
How she know my heart hurt? How she know I can't sleep?
She don't know I'm married, still engaged to these damn streets
If you can swim, fuck a bridge, sometime burn it down
Did some people wrong that I shouldn't, but I'm learning now
Hope she never hear it, I would hate to have to hurt her now
I went to put in work and heard her voice, but I ain't turn around
Don't worry, Grandma, 'cause the guys is with me
Last charge, no co-de, only God was with me
I'm paranoid: old bodies, still hear voices
My back against the wall, a nigga made choices
Them or me, them or me, ain't easy as it sound
Keep your chin up, Timbs down, keep the strap around
Kush clouds, thinking, "Where I went wrong at?"
"Am I where I'm supposed to be? Is this where I belong at?"
Got some homies still living in the feds still
Game feel like a poker table, trap feel like a treadmill
Cuz got hit up, tell me stories how the lead feel
And when he go to sleep he still hear it in his head still
Ibuprofen, still in pain and shit
His body hurt when it rain and shit
Learned a lesson through him
Seeing tubes connected to him
Waiting to catch the nigga who did it, then get the message to him

Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies...

A couple niggas made it, a couple niggas didn't
In quicksand, try and get it how my niggas living
Shit, I don't trust a soul, that's how you gotta be
And shoot first, there's no regrets and no apologies
I've seen major pains, late night laser games
Trapped through that drought
I had to get it, niggas prayed for rain
I made nothing something, a little a lot
I went to sleep hungry, mice riddled the pots
I don't got answers, I can't tell you lies
Saw flowers on them corners we was slinging pies
And you never feel it 'til your mans go
Momma found it in the crib, I had to get a bando
Wax home now off a eight piece
We 'bout to turn up, shit, he should hate sleep
Candy yams in that kitchen, I can make sweets
Pack finished, four days, that's a late week

Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies...