Okay, Queen.
I apologize from the bottom of my heart.
I love you.
Dear sisters,
I apologize for all the disses.
All the times I called you bitches,
an act that's so distant.
A nigga so relentless,
arguments so senseless,
your heart's so vicious.
Accept my apology, the devil trying to body me.
You know I'm just a rider, see?
When a man is on his own,
he's in his comfort zone.
Never know what's on his dome till his conscience gone.
Like the Dead Sea Scrolls,
like Prince holding on to a vault full of songs.
Uh,
I can't let that go.
Payback James Brown, gotta get back, bro.
For sure, life's too short.
First, get that dough.
Gotta bless all my kids who I left for dead.
Understand that the feds kidnapped me for the bread.
Modern day slavery,
entrapped me,
they baited me.
Now I'm in CDC, my family members hate a G.
Blatantly swept a nigga under the rug,
threw me under the bus,
dragged me straight through the mud.
Own bloods,
this lanes,
but I'm a grown man first.
Gives a * how hard you all this * hurt.
Now who gon' die first?
I lay my life on the line.
I ain't got time for church,
they preaching peace to the blind.
While my people's out here dying,
niggas closing they eyes.
Like they ain't getting slaughtered next,
we all in that line.
Look at Cosby,
Bobby,
Michael Jackson,
and Chris.
Kanye ducked a bullet, guess Jamie was next.
Wake your game up, nigga.
I wake up every day and say,
how can I wake my game up?
Situations was hard, most of them I gained from.
I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up.
Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff.
Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill em.
Nothing is accidental,
knew this since I was little.
Telling stories,
verbatim,
* that I couldn't make up.
Can't hit the snooze button,
homie,
wake your game up.
You don't know me, you knew me, bro.
Off tequila, driving home drunk from the studio.
I've been spared so many times by God's grace.
Said I'd never do that * again,
but a hard day mixed with hard liquor and hard facts.
It's * off that I'm still stuck in this contract.
It could be worse.
Big hit was just damn stuck in a box.
Now we got K'Nex and TV and film coming to chop.
Meetings at Chateau, private jets to Arizona.
Touchdown for 72 hours and been some corners.
I'm moving right cause the small victories add up.
Had years of bad luck,
the walls was tagged up.
My area had us with a hunger for more like Lloyd Banks album.
Hard times I had to deal with,
homie,
I can't count em.
Instead of counting me out,
you gotta count me in.
Cause I'm really taking it to the max like the value mens.
I'm ducking industry ops,
pops had to duck the cops,
hiding cash in the air ducts after he scrubbed the pot.
I was making beat after beat for 10 seasons.
Devil couldn't get me a selfie, sent demons.
Give me a soulful instrumental,
I'm a bleed it till it turn red like G's from Pasadena.
Too many years, niggas slept.
So I'm making plays on the phone for I get up out the bed,
wake up every day and say,
how can I wake my game up?
Situations was hard.
Most of them I gained from.
I want to see my seed grow older, my gang up.
Some people look in the mirror and they want to change stuff.
Some people look at their own kind and want to kill them.
Nothing is accidental.
Knew this since I was little.
Telling stories,
verbatim * that I couldn't make up.
Can't hit the snooze button.
Homie, wake your game up.
Some niggas ain't gonna eat steak and lobsters.
Some niggas ain't gonna eat crab legs.
Some niggas ain't no steak and lobster type of niggas.
Some niggas need a McDonald's burger.
Some niggas need some McDonald nuggets.
Niggas like me,
we some steak and lobster type niggas,
you hear me?
You