It could all be so simple
But you’d rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
See, no one loves you more than me
And no one ever will
I’m a train wreck in the morning
I’m a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I’m a puzzle, yes, indeed
Ever-complex in every way
And all the pieces aren’t even in the box
And yet you see the picture clear as day
I’m scared to death that she might be it
That the love is real, that the shoe might fit
She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond)
Space and time in the afterlife
Will she have my kids? Will she be my wife?
She might just be my everything and beyondv
We are at war
With the universe
The sky is falling
And the only thing that can save us now
Is sensitivity and compassion
But I know one thing’s for sure
I’m gonna get my kicks before it all burns down
Some say tragedy is hard to get over
But some time that tragedy means its over, soldier
From the academy, league of rollers
I deny being down though they seem to hold us
My shoulders are strong, I prove them wrong
I ain’t doing nothin’ but movin’ on, let the truth be known
But they talk that freedom matters, and didn’t even leave a ladder, damn
When he f… me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, ’cause I slay
When he f… me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, ’cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, ’cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, ’cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, ’cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, ’cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, ’cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest person I ever met in my life
You say you got a girl
Yeah, how you want me?
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin’ is reckless
Of knowin’ it’s selfish
And knowin’ I’m desperate
Gettin’ all in your love
Fallin’ all over love, like
Do it ’til it hurts less
Hangin’ out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin’ home? Is you out with her?
I don’t care long as you’re here by
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
Good die young, I ain’t eligible for that
Chef Sweaty braising your faculty
Face getting gray from the ash, but I’m laughing
That’s the trace in me, n….
F… out my face while I’m thinking
Ain’t step foot up in my momma place for a minute
My days numbered
I’m focused heavy on making the most of ’em
I feel like I’m the only one pressin’ to grow upwards
It’s still f… you and whoever you showed up with
Trying to see an M and some steadier hands
I’m fresh
I’m clean
I’m biting on my lip and I’m looking so mean
Brooklyn ridin’ with us, got my jeweler ridin’ with me
Watch us drift off this good dodie
I can’t provoke all these killas won’t go though
It’s the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it’s me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono
Rapping head honcho, rocking shows like I was Bono
I go play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow
No feelings, no feelings, no feelings
No feelings, no feelings, no feelings
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some
I try it if it feels right
This feels nice
I’ve been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better, the night gets brighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin’, miles and miles away
There’s someone gorgeous in my bed tonight
Yet I’m still petrified that I’ll die alone
I don’t fantasize, I make movies
I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers
I just poured this lean in my cup like it’s liquor
I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system
I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
How you gone critique me, you industry
I’m in the streets, you out the streets
I murk the streets and murk the beat
I’m Hercules, no murkin’ me
Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?
Up against the trials of life, sometimes it ain’t right
Through all of my pain and strife, I focused upon the light
Though I may lose my way, I’m up for the fight
In hopes of a brighter day for children of the night
If you were worried ’bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don’t worry
You know that you got me
Ice Cube on a Friday,
Chris Tucker on a Friday,
Michael Cera on a Friday,
Jonah Hill on a Friday
I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don’t forget ’bout my roots
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face
Like why you do that?
Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space
Why you do, why you do that?
Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing
Why you do, why you do that?
I can’t explain it but just know it working for me
She text me “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you”
But how the fuck can you hate me?
When I ain’t did shit, but be the real thang
She know I’m the real, that’ll never change
I never been the one to try to explain
While you catch them feels I’mma sip on this drank, it’s easing my brain
I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
Zaakir is hands on, what’s the beef?
The Cooley High Cochise high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With tailor-made status and plus flavor that’s automatic
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain’t no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn’t be talking that bologna in the bullpen
Yo, listen up, here’s a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window and a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And his self and everybody around
‘Cause he ain’t got nobody to listen (to listen)
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dance floor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dance floor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
I did some charity today for the kids
But I’m used to it cause all y’all charity cases
All y’all stare in my face in hopes you could be the replacement
I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good
I walk light so I don’t piss the ground off