Dessessop mI ekil yadot pu ekow I, yeah
Efil tsap ym morf revo nideelb seussi
I woke up with too much on my chest I woke up
And realized I didnt even remember my dream and
I didnt know I gave it everything til
I realized that I had nothing else left
Issues bleeding over from my past life tryna take care of everybody
I wonder
I wonder if my karmas up and this is
My last life to get it right, transcend
The days are getting shorter I notice
Seems like time is moving fast forward while Im in slow motion slow
Losing love ones with really no one to cope with
Its cool my third and my forth eye open thank you, God, so much
I dodged a cell but still locked on the cell
I never thought Id see the day my
Mom wouldnt agree with Oprah and Gayle
Myra Denise was my peace of heaven on earth and living hell
Who gave me everything but never took anything for herself
Imagine, 06 Impala with zero mileage
Seventeen, baggy clothes, not like Billie Eilish
Some niggas grow old but not up, they still as childish
Demons wearing masks as my friends they favorite disguises
But niggas not gon forget about me
Like niggas forgot about how Harriet was suppose
To be on top of that twenty dollars straight up
Dawg, my life a scene out of
Casablanca, you got it wrong, Im the monster
Burning man Ayahuasca, my check up no diagnostic
You disappear in the D like you Jimmy Hoffa, gone
I play my part like Leo without the Oscar damn
Underrated, but you still gotta watch it
Yeah, maneuvered through it, I had to do it do it
Shows looking like Latin music
Cept tonight we in Houston the next night its Chattanooga
But its still Latins thats rapping to it
Pursuit of happiness, I had to prove it
The best part bout problems is problems all come with solutions
Thats why I dont focus on no legacy shit
All I care about is plugging friends and fam, thats it
And being the missing link to all they goals and dreams, thats it
And sinking the winning shot while
Im triple teamed for the chip bitch
And Ima let my whole soul glow
I cant kick it with you no mo, cant miss no mo goals
Best linens and my bitch down like she Yoko Ono
When the reaper say its time to go, Ima say, No, no, no
How am I supposed to leave all this? For what?
People are hungry for
For something that means, really means something
Theyre hungry man, they like, fucking, you know what I mean they
Because their starving, they get so much bullshit you know
Bullshit, theres so much of it
Whats my purpose?
Why is my purpose?
Where is my purpose?
I am purpose
When I compare my purpose to someone elses
Then it is no longer my purpose
Disconnect to reconnect disconnect to reconnect