Repent

Push my bitch off me then I bake up
Make the yayo stretch like Tony when he wakes up
I gotta get my cake up, I'm flipping them dolphins
And got midget in the cabinet like Trapped In The Closet
Tired of taking these losses, they locked my partner in the Feds
And they got my lil' cousin doing life like Karlie Redd
Doctors took my granny's leg, a few months later, she was dead
Man I gotta get this bread and never been the type to beg, so-
Father I've been scathed, forgive me for my ways
I done did some hellish things for the rent
Trafficking them plays, serving to the Js
What is Lent with a pocket full of lint?
I done found my wave, now everything is paved
And i'm really starting to feel like it was meant
Mama i'm ashamed, this ain't how I was raised
Gotta get my down on my knees and repent
Now shall I vent
Man these niggas still lying in their rhymes
I guess that it's a sign of the times - Aye!
I got a feeling like my grind is divine
And Tony told me that this world was mine - Wait
I gotta chase it, It's so close that I can taste it
Grab my pistol and I'm off to the races - Aye!
Can't be complacent when you out here trying to make it
I ain't tripping bitch I'm tying up my laces
Back to the basics
No religion but my shoes Christian
Sold my soul, hit the liquor store and bought a spirit
I'm trying to stack it to the sky, I feel like time is ticking
But just 'cause the stakes high, I won't buy the chicken
I gotta get it
Jesus pendant on my chest, skinny nigga - I don't flex
Man these niggas head and shoulders, we got next
Chasing checks
I got bitches trying to swallow me
Babies on the cover like Ready to Die and Carter 3
Who hard as he?
Hip Hop is dead, I am the solution
We the people on the top like the constitution
Not to mention, I'm your daughter's favorite street rapper
Bosh mixed with Aaron Rodgers, i'm a heat packer
And my lil' one ride around with the .44
Blow a nigga through the wall like a glory hole
Man only Lord knows what I'd do to help my family
Tell them boys stay off the grass like Stanley
They'll never understand me
Man these niggas still lying in their rhymes
I guess that it's a sign of the times - Aye!
I got a feeling like my grind is divine
And Tony told me that this world was mine - Wait
I gotta chase it, It's so close that I can taste it
Grab my pistol and I'm off to the races - Aye!
Can't be complacent when you out here trying to make it
I ain't tripping bitch I'm tying up my laces
Back to the basics
Father I've been scathed, forgive me for my ways
I done did some hellish things for the rent
Trafficking them plays, serving to the Js
What is Lent with a pocket full of lint?
I done found my wave, now everything is paved
And i'm really starting to feel like it was meant
Mama i'm ashamed, this ain't how I was raised
Gotta get my down on my knees and repent
Now shall I vent