ACCOUNTABILITY
[Verse]
I accept my faults, that's accountability
And all that blame on my shoulders fuck with my mental stability
Really, you say I’m in feeling's you just ain't feelin’ me
It don't mean much to you but this shit is killin' me
It's gettin' mighty spooky when the ones that's overlookin' are the same that ask for backstage passes up at your booking's
Lookin’ to Yahweh for passages in the booklet, somehow the straightest pathway got nasty, evil and crooked
I ain’t takin' no disrespect, I’m lettin' bombs off
Before I wear my heart on my sleeve, nigga I'll chop my arm off
Never said I was a pimp, but the hoe played me like I was Don Juan
And if you want my sloppy seconds just make sure my food is all gone
I smoke in traffic, Honk-Honk
Weed like Baskin Rob-Rob
Blue slushie was Bomb-omb
Slide up forty-one gun, smokin' through my head-top
Either way it goes, I’m suicidal and I'm fed up
I'm just tired of the hate
Three thirty-five for the Bape
Seventy a line for the eighth
I can't cry, I create
Why do you lie to my face?
Brotherly ties shouldn't break
Look in my eyes, I ain't straight
I'd rather die than awake
First class fly to the gates
They don't acknowledge my pain
I'm the black sheep of my gang
They still gon' hide it in shame
I made mistakes on the real
Quicker to label insane
Quicker to grill what is real
Microphone burnin' in flames
Blood gettin' spilled in the field, ain't no surprise you ain't safe
I ain't tuckin' these diamonds, bitch I got fire on my waist
Showin' that love get you killed, Get Rich or Die Tryin' to bang
Phone right next to the charge, I let it die anyway
Don't wanna talk anymore, just wanna drive into space
Just wanna smile for once, never too tired to pray
No, I can't find no friends but bitch I'ma find a way
She said she found herself after she's found with me
I need a black queen like Lauryn Hill, kill 'em softly
Need a pistol under pillow, only time I'm pillow-talkin'
Gotta keep God on my side just to keep the reaper off me
Codeine in my cup, creepin' on me
Colors on the page, I spit it they leap up off of it
That's King, hol' up
And that's a fact, that this ain't that
Hol' up