87 reppin, li fe lessons of a wrecking ball, No time for 2nd guessing when your back's against a wall, Call it like I see it, i t's the season of the seen it all, Guilty of that shit my self, my hypocrite is breathing ya'll, Get a grip, then spend that shit, t he ugliest of fashion trends, Haven't rocked a fitted since fitteds had me fitting in, 5 panels aint the look, my head has always been too big, Life hands you slippers when you're dancing with a couple kids, Love'em like no other, want to do right by their mother, too, Tell me something different when your digits in the other shoe, No time for thinking back on baddies, tho I had a few, Daddy has to ante up pack the pantry full of food, The rudest of awakenings, the life you make while blacking out, Becomes road less taken, t he path that you can laugh about, With your friends and family because you made it something beautiful, There were no cruel intentions ,just some things your homey had to do. I'm so alone, Because of the decisions that I made, Days go by, No regrets, But, I wish I had stayed. Rock a faux fox fur t he same color as beurre blanc, burgundy lining pairs nice with the mer-lot, Ya'll keep sippin syrup, I'mma pour out some Vermont, Talking with my hands, s ocking suckas like Murdoc, Lick a shot, no tequila and lime, Rest In Peace, Bilal. You were one of a kind, Please hug Chris and Pepper when you see'em in time, Shining like diamonds of the bloodiest kind, I see divine power in the tower of rhyme, I'm trying to be strong, been a coward at times, But the songs that we sing will carry us home, rather be a road warrior than sit on a throne, Dome shots, dome shots for the thots and the thoughtless, The prognosis is bleak if you ain't bout progress, God bless, leave the rest up to Chance, Except for the pistol t hat I keep in my pants.
