Guilt Trip
(专辑: Apologies In Advance - 2018)
Time; relative when the
stars align Feel like my heart'll fall out of line Money and murder all on my mind I
pull up eradicate on a
dime When I
die I
want all my words in a
shrine Bury me 20 feet under pyramids I
don't know where my fear is Only feel it with God, elevating my spirit All hail the
divine If I
don't do better beretta, my life Isn't a
product of many high lights Riddle with sin son your my hype If I
don't get glory what is your life, like? Made in my reflection, plans for you before momma had c-section Plans for you before daddy was finessing All of your dreams mesh with my Many children alike, I
Filling my voids with worldly pleasures What is success, why do I
measure? Physical gain max the
pressure Imma need a
745 dripped in leather Paradise hundred mill, kodak perfect weather I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa If I
could be anything in this world it'd be free I
feel it like Duckworth, I
know it must hurt Whenever my pride clings, all of my lies sing Fat lady opera, all the
impostors I
don't know the
meaning of living inside the
moment Forsake gratitude often, I
condone it I
am only human, God knows my components Eyes in the
mirror look at my opponent Kill a
hundred rappers, I
send my condolences [is] This a
figment of my imagination? I
don't know if I
deserve the
admiration These days know you gotta bring half the
patience I
remember when I
was desperate had to make it Plead acceptance, feed my restless need to impeach my precious sense of self The
feeling of needing more to be more Devil and God on a
seesaw I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa I
know yeah, I
know it's wrong Whoa whoa whoa whoa Like my girl Lisa Raye do Make money but don't ever let it make you Every day, I
wake up, brush my teeth and pray to Jesus Got some Ls on me but I'm mouthing with my angel Back when momma had a
pool of whippings Had me singing more than new edition Waiting on my daddy like the
new subscription No show, daddy had a
new prescription Damn Fast forward, nigga fast forward Them bus tickets turn to passports I
don't touch the the
stage unless it's cash forward Credit building but I
still pay cash for it Swear my girl won't ever take a
week off Make love then it's lemon pepper chicken with the
sweet sauce Educated plus she got like three jobs Told me what I
look like being Wozniak to Steve Jobs I
might fuck around and be my best me New jack city flat top like I'm Wesley North Dade mama wouldn't dread me Too afraid them popo would arrest me 1997 pray for new elevens Came back with the
Shaq's and nigga started stressing 'Round the
same time Wallace went to heaven I
was learning all my lessons but forgot to count my blessings