In Da Mornin

It ain't nothin' to cut my legs off, to show em' I don't need em'

Gotta do somethin' to throw the feds off, don't know no one that beat him

Shit was noble round my table, they sat down then I'ma feed em'

Hard times, I seen a famine, had to watch while they was eating

I done seen loved ones in a box forever grievin

See, a opp shoot till it click and stop, you know I'm tryna leave em

Niggas talk too much, they Kindles, close my eyes, I still could read em

Apologize if I mislead you, follow God, but still a demon

I survived inside, I'm screamin

Mind in the past, but somehow I still got my head on