Lyrics

[PERCUSSION HORN INTRO]

[VERSE1]
I'm just here to breathe, please listen just leave it alone
My people depend on me, you see, so put down the phone
You don't have to weave the web, spiders will come on their own
Then we can smoke out the bees, the bitches who be talking the most
It's either provide or get charged and I swear that's not gonna happen
My baby got tutoring cause she hasn't figured out all of her math's yet
And if I fail my baby then I really don't got nothing to lose
So when I spin the block I'll use all that tutoring to triangulate you
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! NOW THE COPS WILL HAVE TO SOLVE FOR YOU!!!

[CHORUS]
Bar for bar line for line I'd want it to be like this.
Chillin and grilling, cards on the table all of the homies burning a spliff.
But those times are gone, up up away.
This is my song for judgment day.
My only regret is I wish I could have figured out a different way.

[VERSE2]
I've been calculating my moves, trying to stay one step ahead
But the game's got a way of changing, and the rules are often dead
I've been trying to keep my cool, but the stress is taking its toll
I'm just trying to make a living, but the haters pulled up on they own
Now i got to show em why the strap stay next to me, bumblebee, those stings are just a courtesy, woe is me, this is how soldiers be, take that literally and now these bullets is poetry.

[CHORUS]
Bar for bar line for line I'd want it to be like this.
Chillin and grilling, cards on the table all of the homies burning a spliff.
But those times are gone, up up away.
This is my song for judgment day.
My only regret is I wish I could have figured out a different way.

[BRIDGE]
Maybe I'm the problem, maybe I'm the one
Who's been holding myself back, and having too much fun
Maybe I should take a step back, and look back my life
But I did what I did and that's just part of this life.

[CHORUS]
Bar for bar line for line I'd want it to be like this.
Chillin and grilling, cards on the table all of the homies burning a spliff.
But those times are gone, up up