My tippy toes get me there as well as solid steps would

Protective prayer of my mama, best type of vest

Harmful ways taking numbers off the days

Were you just not roasting buddy?

Made him open fire like a chestnut

No surprise, most the other guys not he list not woken

Wide open eyes, best type of rest

I mean best type of sleep

I confess, I was broke a lot

Yes, I be waiting on them fat chеcks like the Forces drop

By forcе of Jan, may a opper drop

Blocked by the courser ground

Playing “Papa was a roller”, rock tossing around

Playing papa at the wake

Praying that my baby step out the coffin, God

Blessed by the most, as high as X, I was often high

Less often sippin’ on a bev, I was taught to fly

H2O dripping like molasses out the faucet

The way I drowned, I should be the last **** talking ‘bout