Yeah, u know how am I thinking about my passed negativy

Cause I know it's got me here

Verse1: I start out, just to vibe out, I ain't about 
to bow out, I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't 
about the raw raw, my season [bad word]  it has to, 
honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or 
something, I'm passed due, sincerely I'm touchy these 
days I can't take nothing, I'm tryna treat my record 
like the law [bad word] I'm dying to break something, and 
mostly, I'm up and stressin, when other folks sleep, 
believe me, I know [bad word]  and [bad word] knows me, my 
life owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly, drifting in 
the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me, and 
nothing else's close to me, more than pain 
unfortunately, like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm 
suppose. 
 [bad word]  [bad word]  and it's trouble in, in this 
circumstance I'm dwelling in I find myself in the 
corner huddling, with some angry men, and I gotta 
settle [bad word] again before they gotta kill again, I'm  [bad word]  and it's trouble in, in this circumstance 
I'm dwelling in I find myself in the corner huddling, 
with some angry men, and I gotta settle [bad word] again 
before they gotta kill again. 

Verse2: I should be chillin on beaches, instead my 
bone freezes, ducking glocks and I walks, well, like 
Jesus, the realest thing for me is, since I was a 
fetus, the only break I ever got, was at recess, so 
legitimately, I remain very little relieved, and at 
thug rappers, I remain very little intrigued, and can 
you blame me, look how we lived in the late eighties, 
throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd play 
these, crazy game, the whole crew had crazy names, we 
even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs, but my 
faith remains, untouched and unchanged, still in my 
block you hear more shots than a gun range, I'm... 
 [bad word]  [bad word]  and it's trouble in, in this 
circumstance I'm dwelling in I find myself in the 
corner huddling, with some angry men, and I gotta 
settle [bad word] again before they gotta kill again, I'm  [bad word]  and it's trouble in, in this circumstance 
I'm dwelling in I find myself in the corner huddling, 
with some angry men, and I gotta settle [bad word] again 
before they gotta kill again. 

Verse3: Aight aight, more to the [bad word]  no writing 
just record me at the booth, forced by the loop and 
the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove, I speak  [bad word] my deep roots remain in equal danger, the pain 
on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger, hey 
man, I'm from the hardest heartless projects, dear 
departed I'm now known as a recording artist, spilling 
what little remains of your memories in the process, 
bitter a little, but making your names in to a 
colossus, believe me, I'm thankful my brother is still 
with me, and ain't much changed Bobby is still 
troubling Whitney, and Bush is still bombing poor 
people yo he's deadly, and me I got a little recording 
gig but evidently, I'm.... 
 [bad word] Repeats. 

Outro: Yea yea. The pain on my song is crazy, the 
pain on my song is crazy, [bad word]  still [bad word]