Infatuations i'm still vacant

We seeking guidance

We finding patience

I'm always workin'

I miss vacations

I miss my son, miss my moms

Happy belated

Look

I nearly made it to graduation

Shout out to to miss smith to crips to scakotrasy (ay!)

G's see the 80s

Dont no bitch play me

I dont give no time to anything that doesn't pay me

They see it work out

They seen the work in

They love to talk about what they ain't doing (shit)

For what it's worth tho

The shit don't ever add up

That hate don't get you paid much

I'm in the things that matter apala

Sack of weed

Then i smoke it to myself

Too i don't feel like the realest nigga left

Cop the neck it too tone

Had to rest it on my chest (uh)

I ain't wait i had to do it my self

X2

Never complacent

Been through the phases (uh)

Say this is a cycle, switching gear

And rippin pavement look

From church to saviours

Pray when yall need somethin

Pray that i don't need nothin'

Pray for my seeds coming

Back like my keys in it

Left but can't stay from it

They say its a race to them

Look i set the pace for it

They had the weight came ,early stayed late for it (look)

Niggas do what they got to tell a grave for it (uh)

But seen me work out

I put that work in (uh)

They always talk about what they are doing (shit)

For what its worth tho'

The shit don't ever add up

That hate don't get you paid much

I'm in the things that matter apala

Sack of weed

Then i smoke it to myself

Too i don't feel like the realest nigga left

Cop the neck it too tone

Had to rest it on my chest (uh)

I ain't wait i had to do it myself

X2