Sincerely, Always giving props to the real g's, my hands is filthy and I don't feel guilty/ Plotting these options to go and exploit the market, marksman right on target/ Losing my moral compass , ain't that something, speed in school zones avoiding run-ins/ 10 outta 10 times rather fight than go clubbing, hourly rate going way past a hundred/ [Pastors judging the way I talk, half of them caught with fingers in multiple twats] pastors criticize the way I talk, half of them caught with they finger in some strange twat/ Holding communion when they hands is sticky, I knew something about hillsong was iffy/ Pay tithes, drink mai-tais, make gang ties, tie my bowtie, bitch I'm fo sho fly/ Talk back again, you'll be left by the roadside, think twice before asking for cosigns/ If you can't fool twice, you won't get to 3, World's getting smaller than six degrees/ Don't let that bullshit hit the streets Cuz I'm Bettin' that slope feels slippery Hawtid tuh rawtid, I swear that ppl be snitching disguise it as gossip/ All the oversharing be getting awkward, coldest winter but the hottest topic/ Similarities from pushers, the pimps and the prophets, it's all for profit/ stretch truth it snap like elastic, Put your dough into the basket/ Big 4eyes, 5 head, 6 figures, Head crack from 10 knuckles on a nigga/ Don't wanna be a political figure, cuz man's wanna follow and see what they can dig up/ Nothing to hide, nothing to prove, nothing to lose, pride myself of paying my dues/ But I'm to pretty for the bs, anybody step in my way is getting stretched If you can't fool twice, you won't get to 3, World's getting smaller than six degrees/ Don't let that bullshit hit the streets Cuz I'm Bettin' that slope feels slippery

Back on it, Back to basics when the game just has a lack of it/ Fast death seems to always come with fast money, Or slow problems that'll hurt and twist and burn yo tummy/ get the fuck from me/ I know my mama love me, but she always losing patience when she hear me cussing, but I'm a grown ass man she can't shield me from nothing/ Tell me to say my prayers so that demons can't touch me, we don't friend up duppy/ Public transit come with a shoulder and a chip, dare one of the passengers to get all in a fit/ Cuz a nigga stressed and waiting for the time to ball up some fists, and throw it at the faces of guilty and innocent/ Getting wreckless Knuckles that anybody can get, Especially if it's adding a couple dollars to rent/ My therapist think I'm needing to vent, But really and truly I'm just needing not to pretend/ Too much opportunity to sit still, mad lean but I'm known to finish big meals, Nuh long talk, in the streets you keep your Lips Sealed, Fresh outta love; keep it cordial, keep it real Graduate, degree holder, to an office worker keeping quotas, till I quit cuz I don't like taking orders/ Wanna yell and throw a tantrum but had to keep it corporate, I said fuck that bullshit/ Traded slacks for some kicks, And I fashioned my wrist, All my tasks turned to risks, And we living on the edge/ Fly out on the reg, All the haters staying pissed, Cuz they cannot get like this, I will be fly until I dead/ Now the smiles staying to a minimum, No more happy to be hanging, I'll be rid of yah/ My team getting so much offers that it's getting dumb, Niggas love to blab bout they dreams while we living them/ Pray to God we that live to see it all, Can that street shit, we out the hood so we don't need get involved/ Peep game and you wont feel so stalled, I'm the lord's favourite, you taking a loss Too much opportunity to sit still, mad lean but I'm known to finish big meals, Nuh long talk, in the streets you keep your Lips Sealed, Fresh outta love; keep it cordial, keep it real Too much opportunity to sit still, mad lean but I'm known to finish big meals, Nuh long talk, in the streets you keep your Lips Sealed, Fresh outta love; keep it cordial, keep it real