Yeah These type of raps I gotta spit for myself Just to let myself know that I ain't here for the wealth I got it I don't know which type direction to go Talk about the hoes or talk about the election I don't know I doubt it I'm stuck between all this political shit And sayin fuck the world and being on some ignorant shit Shit, truth be told I be on some lyrical shit If I was livin right then I'd be on some spiritual shit But shit a nigga like me got a whole family to look after I ain't got a son but got a little man to look after And what I look like tellin him that he can't get the new Js Cause I'm tryna be nice, Eminem the new Jay That's some shit I gotta live with some shit I die on Some shit I cover up whenever I go get my fly on That's some shit that he won't understand until he my age And when he my age, I hope he livin like he my age At the present nigga my presence a present nigga get your gift Got a 9 above my hip my mamma always trip She took my car to the gas station and saw a gun She sat my down and said "I ain't tryna lose my oldest son" Wish I could tell her how they plottin on me Wish I could tell her how my niggas puttin they problems on me But she look at me like a soldier and I gotta stand tall I'm the brick that hold her up when her back on the wall Livin' like I'm 'posed to 26 with nobody to answer to Negative vibes kill your dreams like that cancer do The poorest kids turn to kings nigga I'm the proof These problems raining on my family nigga I'm the roof My sister gettin' older, goin through them growin pains My brother ain't speakin to me now, I ignore it mane He got some wounds I couldn't help him patch up He fell a lil behind in life I'm tryna help him catch up Through talks and motivation nigga look what I do I got a? that fell off and I still stay true The whole hood count me out, the whole city and shit Now they talkin like "Kirk he on some serious shit" Man rap ain't treat me that good I kinda left it alone Came back, Back Flossin, now the whole hood strong East side till I die, SME LMG Everytime you ain't play my song you was feedin the beast So I went fixed all my wrongs with my Sound M.O.B. niggas I will never lose my throne to no Soundcloud niggas Niggas got me tangled and twisted tryna play the young don I got them Michael Jordan stats but I'm proud of my son Happy that you went to college, happy you got recruited But next semester you'll be workin as a three man mover These niggas out here fuckin with me man I'm takin off heads I told my barber how they tryna take off with my edge I'm a murderer with the pen like I been in the pen By age 30 that's the end, God forgive all my sins