If these walls could speak
I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here
Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
I need a savior ’cause I’m scared of me
I done been through Hell and back
I’m seein’ demons every day
Callin’ the kettle black
Perfectionists, if you’re perfect
Where your medal at?
My life was goin’ downhill
I had to pedal back
These niggas always wanna talk
About the lame shit
If I looked back on my life
I wouldn’t change shit
Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
If I put that mic on
Silence and never sang shit
This my life and that’s your job, dawg
I’m too high, got me thinkin’ did the
Clouds fall? Prolly not
Shit, just put me back up in the bleachers
Back when all a nigga had
Was a pair of sneakers
All this stress on my chest
I’m fuckin’ havin’ seizures
Nowadays, havin’ fun is fuckin’ illegal
Walkin’ with your head down
That’s not grown man shit
I’m takin’ over the game until
I own that bitch yeah, nigga, in my hood
Them choppers always bussin’
Niggas livin’ day-to day like
Tomorrow ain’t nothin’
Fuck love, that shit get in the way now
She lovin’ every nigga, ass up and face down
Addicted to the game, my youngin’s use a 38
First forty-eight
They gon’ throw that shit away
Bet they never catch a case
I’m gone, separate myself from all the lames
If I die and float away
You gon’ feel my mama pain
Sittin’ in my room, I’m reminiscin’
Shit, I ain’t have a pot to piss in
Family whippin’ crack up in the kitchen
All eyes on me, so pay attention
Got a problem with the DA
Should’ve stayed my ass in VA
Thousand hours, some bull
Pickin’ trash up off the freeway
I’m the nigga that the kids lookin’ up to
Straight A’s now, before they
Said, “Fuck school, ” ha
And I don’t bite my tongue for no weak nigga
‘Cause y’all never had to starve for a week
Nigga no clothes but 44 to a household
Stomach growlin’ but I kept
My fuckin’ mouth closed
If these walls could speak
I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here
Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
(King Push)
I need a savior ’cause I’m scared of me
(The VA story)
Came in the game thinkin’ music
Was the way out to get us off the corners
Hit records was the payout
Hard transitionin’ from hustlin’ ’til
It’s grey out a decade with the devil
Lemme show you how this play out
Started as a duo, didn’t stay a duo
Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
Was a team of us
Everything was for the crew though
Never Rosé while my niggas sippin’ Nuvo
So, so records bought more dope
Every record label dollar went to more coke
Ghetto rich but still scramblin’
Like we poor folks
We was all goin’ left from
What the Lord taught
The pressure, my pride wouldn’t let up
The way they took my niggas had
Us thinkin’ we was set up
All at once so the pain hardly let up
Now this bitch mumblin’ ’round the
House about she fed up
Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga
Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore
Nigga woo, with my niggas and the feds
Do you think I give a fuck if
Def Jam is in the red?
They’ll undership your record while they
Pillow talk in bed so I never try to talk
Them motherfuckers off the ledge
“Jump nigga, ” like Joe Clark said
If you ain’t tryna win then
You better off dead, gone
If these walls could speak
I wouldn’t have to make believe you’re here
Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
I need a savior ’cause I’m scared of me