Two Birds, One Stone

Yeah

Yeah, more

Yeah

More time with family and friends, more life

More time to get it right

It's only me but I'm seeing four shadows in the light

My demons visit me every night

To the most high I'm forever indebted

I know I gotta pay something, I know that day's coming

I put it all in the music

Because if I don't say it here then I won't say nothing

Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges

Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazing

I need to start losing my shit

Just to show you niggas who hatin'

Too reserved like I called ahead for me and my lady

Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting

Ever since the blue basement I found God and I lost patience

Between rocks and hard places of all places

Spotted everywhere like Dalmation

Cops snoop around cause all my dogs famous

Please welcome the October fall baby

Vaughan Road Academy

Star player—my mind's not all there

Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer

People too scared to tell the truth so it's all dares

Count it, it's all there and we all square

Quick money, I'm in and out

My dad used to use a soap bar till it's thinning out

But shit, look at Dennis now

All Stacy Adams and linnen'd out

More blessings for Sandy and him, more life

My parents never got it right, but

God bless 'em both, I think we all alike

We all wide awake late at night

Thinking on what to change

If we do get to do it twice in a another life

Scared to go to sleep now

Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like

Back when the bar I set for myself was out of sight

Tell me how I went and did chin ups

On this shit when I can't see it

Pin ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier, soul sisters

Inspired my old scriptures

Now that feeling gone like them old pictures

Mixing liquors got us both twisted

Words get so vicious, you just stare at me

While you roll swishers

Girl I love you, but I don't miss you

And no matter what year it is I'm an old 6'er

Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school man

Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy

2 percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it

Got two of my niggas off with a not guilty

Gave back to the city and never said it

If I didn't live it but still they try to tell you I'm not the realest

Like I'm some privileged kid

That never sat through a prison visit

Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon

I never worked to get it

But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories

That's gotta stop though

You made a couple chops

And now you think you Chapo

If you ask me though you ain't lining the trunk with kilos

You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas

Like "this what we need to be on

But you never went live

You middle man in this shit

Boy you was never them guys

I can tell cause I look most of you dead in your eyes

And you'll be trying to sell that story

For the rest of your lives

Can't show us where the cash is

Me, I don't judge, I'm just going off what the math is

Numbers inflated

They all look at me like

What have you done for me lately?

I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest"

Awe baby, stop debating, I'm just a creative

My numbers out of this world

No wonder they got me feeling so alienated

You were the man on the moon

Now you just go through your phases

Life of the angry and famous

Rap like I know I'm the greatest

Then give you the tropical flavors

Still never been on hiatus

You stay xanned and perked up

So when reality set in you don't gotta face it

I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis

It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces

I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places

Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy

Is you crazy?