outro freestyle (feat. Korbin, $paz & DBlack)
Yeah, it goes hallelujah, or maybe Halle Berry
Niggas swear they having, only time telling
In the living room, sweating bout residuals
Spinning like a ceiling fan, sipping on some 30 proof
Life is a bitch, yeah she fuckin' me back
With the world on my shoulders, we ain't running from that
I spend too much time overthinking shit, scared to get my toes wet
Then I dive in head first, headed for the home stretch
Never get too personal, haven't found my home yet
Never get too close to niggas, they be on they own shit
Too many people listening, three ear's a crowd
But two is just enough, bow your head and don't make a sound
Dear father, I come to you a sinner
But I ain't mean to do it, swear to God I'm just living, I'm just living nigga
Yeah, swear to God, swear to God I'm just living nigga
Man I been in the zone on my own all alone
Try to make the best out of some shit, but I ain't at home
Time waits for none of you, can't pay to buy it back
Trying to make peace with this life, but still rewind it back
That's where my mind be at, and I'm still fighting through it
Running on E, but a nigga still gone face the music
Think you a man, till that pressure's wearing on you now
And now you stuck and you feeling like you finna drown
These niggas in denial
Lying' bout they life like they in court, trying to beat trial
I'm trying to catch the beat, but it just ain't really my style
I'm trying to make it hot, but this shit might just turn out mild
There used to be a girl that could always make me smile
She promised she'd be here, but I ain't seen her in a while
She trying to go up, and I'm just trying to hold her down
I'm just trying to hold her down
I guess you could call me gravity
I guess our love was just a tragedy
I thought that we had made a masterpiece
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
Cause everything is what she meant to me
But fuck it
Yeah, fuck what you heard, fuck what you said
I been out the way, trying to stack the bread
Playing with a gang, fill him up with lead
All these hoes want to ride a cool nigga like a sled
I'm in this hoe with Black, Spaz, Korbin
We get the ball know we scoring
Hop in the coupe, yeah, we floor it
Stay with them snakes, Randy Orton