Relapse (feat. Mo'Aysia)

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Bakari Kennedy

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How you get fired on your day off, niggaa, your guess as good as mine
Been reaping what I've sown, won't inspired by average nine to fives
Just pay me what I'm owed, a mentality I have fostered
Meek inherits the earth, yet the loudest ones usually prosper

From the locker to the leader, to the lowest of lows
Know my seven deadly sins, but lack the virtues to grow
Held the key to win within, but worldly ways can attract
Recycle weekly, church repentance, after week is relapsed

I need about three gats, city rising in the feuds wrong
Youngins be sticking to the llama Carl from Jimmy Neutron
What kind of tool palmed, contemplate early on my protection
My biggest enemy started staring back in reflection

Strongest weapon, stay on safety insecurity armed
Pray my niggas peep the message for security harms
Numbing the topic, the indica guts and the Dutch of chocolate
All cause ignorance is bliss and repeated evasion profits

I know that my copings so rare
Each time I seem more hopeless oh well
The highs don't breathe in focus, who cares
Relapsing still recycles though relapsing still recycles though

I swear this last hit the last, consistently in my craft
Called Chris tucker in South Central, repeated rolling was cast
The day by day seen highs to my mental, no pinky passed
Just another consequential sleep culminating from crash

A penny for my thoughts started pissing away my cash
Clashed with the success of potential I had amassed
Embarrassed in my ways, rarely moments of feeling worthy
A favorite each Thanksgiving, not holding the coldest turkey

For you've heard me recognize the sweet escape I possess
Detrimental to my destiny, but dope in my death
We decaying by the dozens, surrounded by helpless mourners
Trials and tribulations, tobacco stores by the corners

While the foreigners find a profit, all my people find pain
Either catch one by the cartridge or the trigger that's slain
Numbing the topic, the indica guts and a dutch of chocolate
All cause ignorance is bliss and repeated evasion profits

I know that my copings so rare
Each time I seem more hopeless oh well
The highs don't breathe in focus, who cares
Relapsing still recycles though relapsing still recycles though

Fumbled a bad bitch
Can't get over it, can you
Nope
Just simpin all over the fuckin' place

Nigga, how in the hell is you pussy-whipped
And you ain't got no pussy
Make it make sense
You got niggas out here telling you

There's other fish in the sea
And you ain't even out here putting your rod in the fuckin' ocean, nigga
Listen to me
F*ck all that Jon B shit

You need to listen to this pimpin' remix
Come on down to your boy's dojo
And let me get you on that act bad
All these hoes out here saying, period, it's hot girl summer

Well, it's finna be a fiesta boy fall
It's finna be a wet boy weather
It's finna be a salacious nigga summer
I am a gigalo

I am a pimp
Every hoe wants to be me
And every nigga wants to be like me
So get with the program

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