[Intro]
Eh, lawd
Knowledge, n***a
Uh huh

[Hook]
I'm more than off of this shit
Smoke a fully loaded clip

Get the fuck out of my way and stay the hell out of my face
Ya never wasting my time, my time, my time

Get the fuck out of my face and stay the hell out of my way
I'm never wasting my time, my time, my time

[Verse 1]
Tripping off a little dope I call it meditation
I took a bit too much, I'm on a vacation
Killing every brain cell, my mind's vacated
Very aware that the water is getting deeper and I just might drown
Found peace in the beats I'm depending on
Now turn that motherfucker up so I can function boy
The half dead backpack spitta comin' out of Maryland
Embarrassed to bury your shit is dope but it varies
I made a murder and pillaged pitiful people imported
I put my all in the flow, sick and they already know
I fit conform with the formin' and force 'em all to submit
A cynical son of a bitch that never repents for his sins
And I'm in a state of somber
Refused to be sober
But decide for yourself, I will never condone this
Do as I say n***a not as I done
Intentions of being rolemodels for them
No one ever had it, I'm a man with flaws
And you won't ever see me change 'cause the camera's on
I'm still rolling by myself a n***a never had a crew
With all the shit that I've accrued, I said it came from the work
How the fuck can I forget it when it's all that I'm concerned 'bout
Now I'm the man but last year I was lame
Suicidal bars I wrote 'bout my pain
Well look how y'all change
This shit is insane
Lawd
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Give me a moment in the glory of the almighty
But if you looking for a n***a you know where to find me
I sacrifice all of my time I pay attention to it
I got the blueprint I'm using my skill to make it happen
I'm only focused on the goals I never see distractions
I'm having panic attacks and praying that I'll make it out
At least alive with a little bit of hope left
Lord knows that a n***a feeling hopeless
I gotta get it by any means I am obsessed
But nothing's ever good enough I'm thinking what's next
Maybe I missed a couple lines in the subtext
Is there a guarantee that I would ever be next
A different pedigree a higher caliber again
The talent that I was given you'll never understand
It was a blessing from the gods and it's a gift of gab
I got a sicker style
My shit's subliminal
I bet you feel me now

Lawd
Nawledge
N***a