It's a part of me gone

I’m searching for my soul when I'm writing these songs

I don't know where we go when we depart from this realm

A lot of homies gone a lot more bodies to go

Confusion at an all time high and love at a low

Fuck what is this world

Why are we here if we go

Why must we feel pain if our God love us fasho

Is our love in vain if not reflected tenfold

Bud relieve the pain and doubt and help blessings flow

Shoulda took a saner route this rap shit get old

Unfolding at my very core the more that I just carry on

There must be greater things beyond this dust that we slay demons on

Clutchin’ on my heat at home

Fuck staying on P's and Q's

We living in hell the ones who rule don't even see the rules

Say it more like Beetlejuice

Protect yo heart and yo dome

Ruthless Jackson is my home

Clueless raised up by my lone

Product of Chastain, Bailey, Murrah High School and banging homes

I ain't never claim a set but did my deeds and swimmed in seas

All without a glizzy on me

YAH granted his favor on me

I always was stranger homie

Look up now we major homie

Chilling in the mountains smoking pounds of Appalachian cookie

I still label me a rookie

I chill where you wish you could be

I feel like I'm blessed beyond my graces tested by these hoochies

I curve her cause Zaire too sweet

Fuck dese hoes my wife is worth more

Puff this dro don't pass in circles

All along can't mask my hurt

With God knows what

With who knows who still smoking til my lungs is purple

Brodie got the work in circles

All the way back in the city

Place that they call Northside Jackson

Prolly where they’d fuckin kill me

Home is where the hatred is

R.I.P to Lil Lonnie

Niggas sick wit twisted conscious murder all over the money

It’s a weight on my shoulders

It's a clock on my heart

Know my day coming closer

Know I’ll fly somewhere far

Hope I don't break my focus

Pray I make mama proud

Pray I make mani proud

If my name on them posters I hope they scream it so loud

Hope my team on the map

Hope my gleam light the town

Used to dream of this sound

Used to stay hella loaded

I still stay hella loaded

Blowin' trees like I'm supposed to

With a weight on my shoulders

And my heart in my palm

And my hands in my pocket

And my mind is a bomb

I’m out