Pre-Verse:
Anxious I need to move wise, caught in a trap just don’t want no more lies (x2)
[Verse: Kham Washington]
Figured I’d cut to this shit
Yeezy my ego and I need to vent
‘Cuz lately you’ve been on a roll
Re-up and repeat every week what’s the goal
Avoiding discussions we need an approach
I’m stubborn as hell and swear you do the most
Yo could be the gram or it could be genetics
No filter on shorty yet love the aesthetics
Steady she’s quizzing my mind
An enigma a n***a with no sense of pride
Prone to preach on that puss
Never needed a narc
To disown all my doubts ‘cuz I move in the dark
Hate to think you the one
Hate to give you a son
Hate to buck at your daddy and still on ‘yo brotha
Only hitting licks when we fuckin’ no rubber
I’ll bend over backwards to see that you covered
‘Cuz I am aware you need the attention
Fingers through hair somebody who listens
Never a sigh when you blow up my mentions
Tellin’ the truth when it comes to my business
Really I’m tired, tired and anxious
Prepping for bottles and big dolla bills
Desperate in fact why I’m hiding my skills
Humble was purely the sign of a flaw
Among 99 minus one ‘cuz I am wrong
Divided the pie ain’t no co-sign from Patty
If only you knew where my habits have had me
But you looking forward not stuck in the past
Gives me the hope that I’ll drop all the dope and durags
And I’m sure in due time—matter fact you can quote me on this
‘Imma cop you a ring and a vow I’m devoted to this
You my wife—getting right, I’m to old for this shit...