Moral To The Story

Baby momma say I ain't shit

Make a nigga feel like shit

Talkin' 'bout some real life shit

Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit

So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it

I just hope I die for a reason

They probably won't miss me 'till they need me

Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord

I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit

Goodbye letter: Dear Life shit

Way too concerned to be conceited

I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord

Die tryna reach 'em

They care more about how much I leave 'em

Where'd I leave it?

I hope I leave more of an impression

And all of my blessings for my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord

Just got off the phone with my son

Told him: You're a son of a gun

Just got off the phone with my daughter

Told her: I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up, Lord

My new bitch left me

She said she felt too disrespected

It made no sense to me

But not to the people closest to me

And that's why she left

My smile just left

Can't lie though, I tried though

I'll die tryin', that's a common death

We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams

Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath

Now they try to tell me I need rest

And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet

Oh, but I guess it is what it is

As it appears, oh shit

There go the tears, there go the drank

There go the pills, you know the drill

Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird

He done died so many times but still here

Why am I here?

Dear Life

What is my reason?

What am I here for? That's the question

Hmm, my children

That was easy, so easy, uh

Loved ones say I don't love 'em

Make a nigga feel like nothin'

A bitch said we never make love

Make a nigga feel like fuckin'

I just tell my kids: Nothing's easy

Even though I make it look easy

But understand looks are deceiving

Smokin' all this motherfuckin' weed

'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it

Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it

Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it

Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'

Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me

Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'

I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die

I can't deny it, you can't tame a lion

I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string

I can't describe it

Feel like a anchor tied to my finger

Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink

I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas

There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength

I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga

So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink

It's way too real

The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real

I hope it gave you chills

The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill

You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real

And I'm higher than a cable bill, lower than a Navy SEAL

Show up with them Navy guns

I hope somebody prayin' for 'em

Price tag, no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em

Ice bath when my face numb, no expression

What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?

Mama told me: Fuck the world and be so aggressive

Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive

I don't get too high to look over blessings

Never come in second, make the most of your seconds

They so precious

'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it

And I never leave my grind, that bitch so magnetic

I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic

Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache

Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better

I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter

Dear Life

What is my meaning? My reason?

That's the question

Hmm, my children

That was easy, so easy

Yeah