June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja Vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a

It's a fatal illusion Lost inside the system, locked away without a key No one will ever miss a menace to society A gross lack of potential, bad decisions made in spite A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life Trying to break the mold of a broken

My destruction lives You just salt the wound You backstabber! You backstabber You spit filth from your mouth Spitting fire on fire and still claiming devout You're no better than the demons that are filling your head You're a medium for malice Now your

Yeah, yeah go So fucking determined You better believe it, confidence Spit out all reason I'm fucking determined I'm tired of holding up the weight, the weight of the mother fucking world

I know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't

I will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my

Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Did you ever gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem

Spit me out I'm glad I don't belong Save me the speech You'll be forgotten and gone They made you believe

I'm just trying to get it right And in spite of all I should've done I was not mad at you I was not trying to tear you down The words that I could've used I was too scared to say out loud If I cannot break your fall I'll pick you up right off the ground

Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties They spit you up river just like all those lions That walked the banks They said, "Paint me that river And would you use only blues With a brilliant big black mouth and? Lengths of pines that route the river