Set-Piece Lyrics

I was born a martyr

My girl said "Don't fall for me"

But then I caught her

Up in a lie, I'm done with your type

I promise to be a better dad to my daughter

Than I was a son to my mom

Ain't got too much else going on

I'd love to sip a beer, take a hit from the bong

But then I'd never know

The words to the song

Play it out right, make it last all night

I'll lay it out flat, I don't think I'm alright

You fight with depression

I fight for my life

Still got what it takes to get it done right

And talking about bills, still pay for the lights

You talking about mills, you still stay the night

I bust a fat rhyme and then I kick back

Got ya'll looking like

You just ain't did that

Furthermore I'm a menace

They say I do too much

But I ain't yet finished

And I still give attention to the little things

To make sure I don't come up missing

Yeah it's a big decision

To give up your dreams

And live in a prison

So take my advice

It's time to cut back

Some folks get busted

I just bust raps

I don't take a day off

I'm trying to get it payed off

Yeah, I showed up

But I can't stay long

And to think we've just scratched the surface

I don't think no one else could match the purpose

But I've worked on my gift for years

They see my pain but I don't tat my tears

Think I'll quit and just do it solo

Life is too short watch it in slow-motion

Uh

I'm sick to my stomach

But I give ya'll a rhythm you can run with

I've been in the dungeon

But I made it out

Now I'm here just to uplift

Penny for your thoughts

But I don't need your two cents

I made it this far without a blueprint

Just a notepad and some fresh beats

This is no test it's just a set-piece

Yeah

But the story's far from over

They say it's getting boring

Yeah I just got sober

Collecting debt until my next check

Will I blow it all?

Man I don't know yet

It's funny to think how far I've come

No money at 21, felt like a bum

Now I'm 28 and I can think straight

I just thank God that it ain't too late

I know life is precious

I just try to make a point

Give ya'll the message

And I know my mind is a weapon

I still talk to God

But I'm done making intercessions

And I'm done being reckless

Life is too hectic they just up to no good

I see where you're coming from

I'm still in the same hood

Some say they won't

I just do what I should

Aye

I'm sick to my stomach

But I give ya'll a rhythm you can run with

I've been in the dungeon

But I made it out

Now I'm here just to uplift

Penny for your thoughts

But I don't need your two cents

I made it this far without a blueprint

Just a notepad, and some fresh beats

This is no test, it's just a set-piece