You're swinging for the fences

I see German chocolate benches

No shack or shirt to wear

This man's is defenseless

Mercy wrote on my table

Faith colored on my floor

She said she's one pack of Newport's in

Aunt Carol likes camel for sure

This desert isn't empty

There's bones in the sand

I'm not who you want me to be

I'm just a man

Blah

Blah

Today I feel like

Blah

Blah

My highs are low

My lows are ecstasy

I've given you everything

Yeah

But What if I have a little left in the tank

I'ma Take it to you and I'm breaking the bank

A blunt on the table a horse in the stable and both of em stank

I pray and I plank

Look for the core the abs on the floor it's crunching my time and killing my score

I want world peace to the point where I'm pointing my pistol at you

Why you making me shoot bullets at you

Doing something only wizards would do

I won't let you break me oh so easy you gon have to work for that

You gon have to taste a little hurt for that

You gon have to go on a search for that

These niggas hate rap well fucc it don't rap

She don't really like yo pussy ass anyway

My writing style more like Hemingway

Only advice I takes what the semi say

You living to push on a cushion I'm pushing up daisies you smell what I'm cooking?

Seen rocks get smoked even while I was looking

Can't run to the police cuz both of them crooked

Why they gonna let this pretty old lady kill her and the baby this world too crazy

This is my time I ain't let time phase me when chances got slim my pen went shady

I talked about you on all my songs just to rewind times you thought you could play me

I've got rabies since you think I'm a dog

All of my dogs middle finger you all

How these pups got hands

I was just a little mans

Uncle d put us in the ring

Like a finger on the left

Made us tango in the gym

Like it was a wedding dance

Now do u understand?

No time to romance

Q told me people said to give up on me

Man Fucc all you niggas

I'm shooting ducc yeah all you nighas

You really act white shouldn't call you niggas

Me and my brother in Germany at the same time but he won't see me

Make me think we ain't brothers frfr and he don't need me

Okay Make the call easy

I don't give a fucc we hours away

Said I'd stay w moms

But Maybe that ain't my momma to you

This feel like The Nazis dropping a bomb

Somehow I'm still calling on you

Somehow I'm still calling on you

Somehow I'm still calling on you

You niggaz wacc

Scared to be black

Tryna stop me

It make me think

You ain't that

You a Nazi