I'm trying to save what little left I haven't got Pardon—first bar was empty, but damn How many times can you pour your heart out Before your heart is empty? I'm trying to save what little left I have And guard it with all the heart it takes To start an engine in the heart of winter But how could I not remember All the pain and scars and injuries? Please—please tell God His children Play the cards they're given Whether or not winning's His decision Using tuition, the brother using his vision Isn't superstition—truth or fiction You believe Jesus’s crucifixion Happened, and in them three days He rose as the true and living 100%, but some dumb event Gon’ have us with a gun in a tent On the run from the Mets Governed before that They put us in the middle of a war That's non-existent—Osama gets it Right around election time And Obama did it That's when I cut the TV off a minute Walked off to get an Optimo Got the roll of hash I stashed with ganja “Thought you said you wanted to get it? ” Thought I said a lot of shit— It’s not the time, you wouldn’t get it Try me—I'd not forget it I'm not trying to be narcissistic But there's parts to this shit missing And the parts that did fit? I don't want no parts of this shit On top of all that I wanna fall back Howling—calling out to the Lord Waiting for God to call back I know He hears me—is He real? It's a growing theory Regardless, hope to see y’all in heaven Man, sincerely First of all, you got to make enough money To look right, to feel right First of all, you got to make enough money To look right, to feel right This be the type of shit my mama was scared about— I'm staring out, below from the high rise Throw the laundry, airing out, stinking loud Smoking wet, I can’t ring ring ’em out The game won’t reset—baptism by fire I’d be a liar if I said I had no regrets One—my daughter’s mama Whole is drama, I chose, I elected In retrospect it wasn’t selective— If I could be objective, I would call this karma Shake my armor, freeze my sauna— Deep dishonor, I want peace, Your Honor She falsely accusing, heart beating out of my chest While the police stay ’round the corner It's not until you first heard my song We got to freaking in a hurry She was the finest in high school But I think she peaked a little early And I ain’t know what I was getting into No two scenes alike—I never seen the likes No first dive in deeps— What I look like tryna give advice to Pete, right? Meanwhile, gotta get the hit quick Dumbing way down—man, I'm trying to get wealth I was here for the treat but I really got tricked A song I don't even like it myself—hell ’Cause I don't look right, now I feel right Now I got a chip on my shoulder—I made it like this And the label like, “You ain’t into doing the same thing Are you over? ” Sweaty dudes don’t get it Music get viewed and you losing that credit Back up with cues in the interviews Making excuses and dudes can’t edit It's fine and all—but I ain't tryna lose what I betted I'ma decide, man, I'ma choose when I exit Just then—I bang my face on the nightstand Woke up with a bruise and a headache Know what that mean? Dream on There ain’t been a better night for me to be wrong It’s gon’ be the last time I'ma sleep long Come strong like its balls belong to King Kong— Follow me, lean on My elevator—but you gotta move it, keep going We gone. Could this be my inception with a theme song? Hurry up—get this money before the dream’s gone First of all you got to make enough money To look right, to feel right First of all you got to make enough money To look right, to feel right