Hear Me Out

A lot of shit been on my mind

Somebody gotta hear me out

All I see is signs that I need to take a different route

I don't want to but If I leave now

What I'm gon do?

So I pour some wine

This is something I'm a figure out

Sitting up in my room me and my automatic

I live in the fast lane but really I'm caught in traffic

Mama I'm going crazy I hope that these walls is padded

My girl just had an abortion I wish that she oughta had it

But I'm addicted to women so should I call it a habit?

That marijuana smoke call it my fabric

You smell gas whenever my car passes

My music all the way turned up like Roscoe Dash's

I'm from the Clay that's where my Cash is

I shoulda made A's in all my classes

But I had that good from the Bay they bought it the fastest

Got junkies through the roof that's why we call em addicts

But I was Martin Luther King since a teen child

Because I think quiet but I dream loud

Speaking of loud that's what you smell in my green clouds

But Kush ain't even cool no more they on that lean now

I'm back to selling dubs the size of teabags

My partna asked me "how much you gonna charge for three bags?"

He said "I know your number low" I told him "ain't no free sacks, I need $60"

He said "Damn shawty I'll be back"

Then I replied that I been going through the same thing that he has

"True I got more fans than the average man but none of the loot done led me

To the end of the week gotta live by the beat

Like you live check to check you don't move yo feet then I don't eat

So we like neck & neck" he said "we thought you was rich ever since you left the dec"

I "I am nigga that's the catch!" relationships is worth more than you making chips

But it's hard when these record labels try and rape your gift

And the only time I'm selling out is if I'm making zip's

But I keep bags like I'm finna take a trip

So I will never bend like a paperclip

Then he said "keep it real & say whatever's under your handkerchief"

I seen it all through my Ray Bans

You niggas couldn't walk through the mall in my Space Jams

Niggas praying on my downfall but when you done

Make sure you say Amen, ran through like 8 grand in a days span

I blue cheese cause I hate ranch

Drew Brees never claimed to be a Saint man but I'm in great hands Allstate Stan

Mama stay praying, Llama in the waistband my head spinning but I promise I don't break dance

Hating niggas leaving comments on my page but I'm paralyzed cause

Them the type of people I can't stand

Friends'll burn & cross you like the K clan

But I forgive em so when I see em we shake hands

I just wish I had 10 percent of Ye fans

And when I die they'll say "he was a great man"