Para Tu
Yeah father forgive me for my sins
Forgotten bout me for so many years
So many Ls I can guess the reason
Why I ain't in double X
Complex why I'm coppin' doves for less
My nigga is the source there's love for that
Light a I'm levitatin'
Gravity's a bitch my ankles
Gettin' grabbed by Satan
Damn I need a change of scene
My vibe on fuck a magazine
My niggas know this more than just a dream
I'm more than just a King it's
More than just a name
I don't even want the fucking fame
I want my fam' to be more fucking fortunate
So no handouts I want the hand now
With the motherfuckin' torch in it
Uh, to many blues not enough
Yellow women to tell
Them that green coming soon
Greed coming too, seas coming too
Family members I can't remember
Them coming in June
But they present now who the peasant now
Could have been the one the ville never found
Could have packed 2s
If I did would you still come around
O-o-o oohhhhhh heeeeyyyyyy
O-o-o-ooohhhhh heeeeyyyyyy
Hold your head up high
Why we hide our pride behind that camouflage
Why we think it's okay to
Live life in disguise
Why we look to the skies
Why we construct our demise
Better put more faith in your God
I really need to talk
Aye yo God, when we gonna spark in the
Why said I'd try, I said swear to
He said you swear to me then don't lie
Imagined if you worked as
Hard as you've cried
Can point you to the stairs but
It's on you to climb to the peak
I'm anointed when I speak
That's what kept me out the streets
Kept my enemies at my feet
Kept the Devil under me
Everything I want is right in my reach
So close I can raise a toast
On every coast on every beach let's set sea
It's only to see us succeed
O-o-o oohhhhhh
(Father) never said this shit was easy
So make shit make sense
I make shit, shape shift
Makes swift movements to sink ships
Or bandwagons I view the world
I gotta have it
In my palms I can write a song
Write a Psalms
Revolutions coming right along
I seen it, I dreamed it, can taste it
I see the look on niggas faces
I never look but they adjacent
So things off safety, on my waist
Enemies close kinda like this 38 is
Years older basic kill a nigga round
Try it sometime, write easy rhymes
I lose sleep daily, daily, nightly, nightly
Hope the Doctor Doc don't try and fight me
Strike of lightning when I write enlightening
Para Tu, para you
Pair of these for your girl
And your main squeeze please Ms thing
Don't bring drama to my scene
JID para Tu I sing, and as for you
I never said I couldn't do
So I does as should you, Para Tu
The weed burns so slow (Weed burn so slow)
So, so slow as for you I pull two
Para Tu Para Tu