Only thing that was given was that all of that was left And all of the bitches they all wanna be left But what if death is the test of the test And all of 'em left in the west Who would've known they would be steppin to death I feel the breeze wearin a vest (vest) And I been picking up pieces off the floor What was mine don’t feel like mine no more If this is all we get then say less I been living off the scraps off what was left Mama said “Keep your keys by the bowl” I was still outside at 2 a.m iced to the bone Half the block gone but that porch light stayed on Same cracked screen door same siren song I seen brothers fold over a call on the phone Seen a real smile turn to a face made of stone Now I talk low keep my boots on the rug ’Cause the room go quiet when the truth shows up And I been picking up pieces off the floor What was mine don’t feel like mine no more If this is all we get then say less I been living off the scraps off what was left Only thing that was given was the stuff that was left all those bitches and bitches they all wanna be left if this death is the test of the test And I kept moving with that weight in my chest If they ask what I had I say “guess” I was here with the rest of what was left (left)
