Songwriter: Joell Ortiz Royce da 5'9"
[Lyrics from Snippet]
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I start this record, I'm knowing how I'ma start this record
Cause that drop out hood talk with the Harvard effort
Hear me out, got a second, your boy is unsteady, I'm tired of talking already
And I ain't said shit, but here we go
My life is hectic, my mother's a diabetic, her sugar be high I'm headed
To doctors with her to fire questions, I hope they're applying methadone dialysis
I'm crying let it out, my mother dies, forget it
I'll fire shots and get it in for every lying shot of insulin and keep my finger itching for that finger prick
Because stupid ass, wack ass gadget that kept her finger dripping blood
Me and my moms is different in that kitchen smoking [?] cause she ain't want me outside rolling them while cops is outside rolling
Couldn't see her boy behind them bars
She said 'boy, your whole life will change behind them bars. Those sixteens or whatever you call them, my boy's a star'
Through so much pain, I've been hurting, I'm on my knees
How such a sweet lady, get's such a hurtful disease
I guess for sweet ladies, this is the perfect disease
But please don't take my mommy God, please just keep her running God!
Because when she's gone, definitely won't be doing music while I'm mourning
Probably end up doing something stupid or [?]
The thought of it got me staring at this Ruger
I hope you listening close, you take Michelle from me
And you'll be getting us both
I know suicide is a sin, but let me [?]
When you can make her better...
Said you can make her better
Why won't you make her better, I know she can't live forever I just want a lil more time for us to play together
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
I asked was it all a dream at the start of this
Cause now I'm sitting inside of an alcoholic
Anonymous meeting being the farthest thing from anonymous
I'm thinking that the game kind of ill
Seems like yesterday we signed a deal
We all signed our names on the same dollar bill and agreed it was time to kill
And then I did a project on the side with Marshall that took off and then I did a million dollar spiral down a hill
Guess all a player that's eating can do is say his grace
And you n**gas that's judging me should stay away
Cause if our rolls were reversed you n**gas would probably throw your soul in the dirt for a tweet from ???
N**gas take you to court when they can't extort
Just cause' you came through in the Porsche they can't import
You either understand my pain or you ain't important
My n**ga Joey told me everybody change and everybody pain just ain't being recorded and I thank you for it
We might as well since we never had the opportunity to do it in front of you and just thank the ???
I'm grabbing the will of my career in my bear hands and
Standing there while they're dancing
???
This ain't a bragadacshio rap
This that go away and come back again
You can put ??? in front of everything and somebody will come around you and go make that an acronym
A lot of questions I ain't answer
Mostly just n**gas crying about they finances
Bitches must be on some PCP shit
Safe pregnancy shit
Having they friend push on the EPT stick
To eat free
But ya'll tripping
I'm already having alcoholic withdraw symptoms
Hands shaking too much to handshake
It was all a dream when I first started this
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I start this record, I'm knowing how I'ma start this record
Cause that drop out hood talk with the Harvard effort
Hear me out, got a second, your boy is unsteady, I'm tired of talking already
And I ain't said shit, but here we go
My life is hectic, my mother's a diabetic, her sugar be high I'm headed
To doctors with her to fire questions, I hope they're applying methadone dialysis
I'm crying let it out, my mother dies, forget it
I'll fire shots and get it in for every lying shot of insulin and keep my finger itching for that finger prick
Because stupid ass, wack ass gadget that kept her finger dripping blood
Me and my moms is different in that kitchen smoking [?] cause she ain't want me outside rolling them while cops is outside rolling
Couldn't see her boy behind them bars
She said 'boy, your whole life will change behind them bars. Those sixteens or whatever you call them, my boy's a star'
Through so much pain, I've been hurting, I'm on my knees
How such a sweet lady, get's such a hurtful disease
I guess for sweet ladies, this is the perfect disease
But please don't take my mommy God, please just keep her running God!
Because when she's gone, definitely won't be doing music while I'm mourning
Probably end up doing something stupid or [?]
The thought of it got me staring at this Ruger
I hope you listening close, you take Michelle from me
And you'll be getting us both
I know suicide is a sin, but let me [?]
When you can make her better...
Said you can make her better
Why won't you make her better, I know she can't live forever I just want a lil more time for us to play together
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
I asked was it all a dream at the start of this
Cause now I'm sitting inside of an alcoholic
Anonymous meeting being the farthest thing from anonymous
I'm thinking that the game kind of ill
Seems like yesterday we signed a deal
We all signed our names on the same dollar bill and agreed it was time to kill
And then I did a project on the side with Marshall that took off and then I did a million dollar spiral down a hill
Guess all a player that's eating can do is say his grace
And you n**gas that's judging me should stay away
Cause if our rolls were reversed you n**gas would probably throw your soul in the dirt for a tweet from ???
N**gas take you to court when they can't extort
Just cause' you came through in the Porsche they can't import
You either understand my pain or you ain't important
My n**ga Joey told me everybody change and everybody pain just ain't being recorded and I thank you for it
We might as well since we never had the opportunity to do it in front of you and just thank the ???
I'm grabbing the will of my career in my bear hands and
Standing there while they're dancing
???
This ain't a bragadacshio rap
This that go away and come back again
You can put ??? in front of everything and somebody will come around you and go make that an acronym
A lot of questions I ain't answer
Mostly just n**gas crying about they finances
Bitches must be on some PCP shit
Safe pregnancy shit
Having they friend push on the EPT stick
To eat free
But ya'll tripping
I'm already having alcoholic withdraw symptoms
Hands shaking too much to handshake
It was all a dream when I first started this
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