QUINCY ft. prod.myles Lyrics

So, right now ladies and gentlemen

It is star time

And we would like to bring to you, the stars of our show

Altogether, let's give them a great big round of applause

Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen

You know we're mighty glad to be here today

C'mon, C'mon

Uh, Watchin' my son on the monitor

My baby finally sleep

Sleep regression has me mentally drained and weak

My confidence is at an all-time low

No money comin' in, I pray my season's on it's way up out the door

My stomach getting fatter

My breathing getting heavier

I'm 'bout this damn close to robbing a register

Momma said it would be days like this

I don't regret much, but I regret blowing cheese on shoes and dungarees

Cribs I never owned and gassing whips that I rented

Studio time with Gabe, them records I never finished

I'm so disappointed

But yet, I'm proud of myself

I became a man and father who put books on the shelf

Rich Dad, Poor Dad became one of my favorite novels

Audio books, while I'm cleaning my son's bottles

Fighting a porn addiction

Drinking sun up and down

Sade, sorry, but lately been feelin' I let you down

Tears drop on my pillow, the views turn into rain

When pain fill up my heart, it's an anger up to my brain

Credit cards I maxed, my cars totaled and gone

Sharing whips with my wife, I can't leave until she get home

I'm fuckin' tired of this shit

These ups and downs is a bitch

I borrowed money from folks and I can't give them back shit

My older brother is selfish from shit that he can't control

Wish things was different between us, but bro is too far gone

I know it's hard losing folks, but bro, I lost him too

Yo pops, my pops

Steve and Ricky my best friends too

I want our sons to be closer, more closer than me and you

Hard being the bigger person when person's bigger than you

And Mama, I know you tired of working yourself to death

Hard knowing your son is gifted but not mentioned with the rest

I just knew that my time was comin', the universe told me so

But God had the last vote, on his ballot he said no

When friends turn into foes, the pressure start in your toes

You wonder who can you trust, voice say nobody but us

My goatee got grays, ball caps cover my bald

My jewelry ain't getting worn, I'm more in tune with the stars

I'm hard on myself

Can't nobody judge me but me

It's a therapy session every time Myles make the beat, nigga

Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen

You know we're mighty glad to be here today