Lyrics:
might start saying what I'm thinking
On my mind, gotta think it's more than just a memory
In my head, see you all the time, it's like you never leave
God,
asked
"How are you processing this?"
I said I was in the studio getting ready to sing
Then the drummer walked in and said
"Hey, did you see this?"
I
on benches
Betrayed by some that I fed, not to mention
Standing here now in the best condition
Up outta the dirt so I suggest you listen
See, money can't make
used to is FastFood
O-o-o-o-only chasing bread what I'm after
Yuh
This the part where he says
All Money in Nigga
Look, uh
No caps in my raps
All small
weighing me down
I can't keep myself afloat, feels like I'm gonna drown
Why oh why do I have this condition
It's like I'm fucked up by my own admission
I've
of the fame the people are lame
Catch too many snakes in the grass know they fake so I pass
I'm not tryna condition the blame
Condition the main they knowing my
glass
See I bow to the the gods of opacity
I don't mind y'all looking in
It's just watching Sin City steam
Slips under my skin
And I'm about half way
involved
Already lost everything near and dear to my heart
Why in the fuck would I not start feeling this lost
I'm sorry for the times I was pissing you off
luck god and my hustle that's how you sum it up
c lot are suckers no really let's keep this thing a buck
My name was never cdam so Eve was just another
the hand that I'm given
I demand to live in a mansion with fabulous women
No more amateur writtens
See my plan I envision
Wrote down by hand in addition
a out-of-body experience will happen
So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin'
God, I have humbled myself before the court
Drop my ego
first baby was conceived
Off 75th was with slow mo in conditions you wouldn't believe
74th and Paseo on the corner
Slept with the AK for my homie Scoob
So I was sitting in my kitchen like I do most nights
I was tryna make some sense of the song I was writing
And then my roommate came in
He looked
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
bats and eerie serpents
Whose eyes were tinted green
That letter was addressed to me
So as I opened it, I froze
What I read turned my complexion
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
fight to see you as forgiven in a crown
And no condition can distort this point of view
It's always true
I won't back down
I'll fight to see you
living in conditions
Just to get paid Aunt Mae made decisions
Stealing from her husband who was pushing that dope
She was selling on the low to help out me
from my problems I was scared I didn't listen
Growing up with pain and promises that weren't given
But don't just pity me for my condition
This storm
there when I needed
I wanna thank you father, for, just for being YOU
Just for being YOU
You see my biological never bothered
That's why the good lawD
isn't what I choose
Condition change my behavior to just tighten up what's loose
To just tighten up what's loose
To just tighten up what's loose
as the man I was on day one
I was just a boy then, I could never stay one
I was at your table, what was on my plate crumbs
Too much was at stake tho, I just
I just dropped in, to see what condition my condition was in
Decorate the doll then I'm sticking the pin
Deep into your skull now your vision is dim
Just lettin' y'all know
I started real low
Like a sip in a straw
Now you see me drip in the parking lot
Surrounded by autobots
But I'm feeling mega,
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