*Words of advice over the phone*
I hear the beat and start crying
It's quarter past 4 I'm on the corner still trying
I quarterback it all, just trying to make my quota
A stranger on this corner so I barely make a quarter back
I'm at the condo with Cardo
Apartment in Parkdale that's where I do my recording
Meetings with Solo, that's my shooter up in Sotto & Sotto
In the 6 but it ain't OVO though
Money Team ain't no squares in my oval
I shine around the world b**h I'm global*
At the shows meeting fans taking photos
Barely making rent off the show dough
Back when I would smoke with Lim he'd teach me how to cope with things
He told me cut the gra** and don't you let the cobras in
He could have been Kobe with a little coaching
But on my culture that's my n***a we'll be close again
My auntie walking with a cane
I'm walking through the rain
I've barely got a dollar to my name
Every dollar I would gain, would be the same dollar I'd deposit to the game
I charge it to the game
Baby mama stressing
I'm counting down the days, she told me count my blessings
I'd rather count the paper, mama call the reverend
Like I need Jesus, there's things that need addressing
Like why I ain't got no deal
My baby brother off the pill, I want to fight him that's my blood for real
I guess he likes the thrill
My bigger brother kind of liked it too
He in the bin now and I ain't even writing to him
I got my own problems
I got my daughter in December
It's edging on November
Can't even make the rent out my apartment in September
Been broke since like forever
So if ya' n***a ever hit a lick I can't remember
What the feeling is like
I wonder what a million is like
All my n***as in the building tonight
Ready to make a k**ing tonight
I could chill or peel a cap, n***a that's life
I could seal a pack, deliver that, and deal with the strife
Or I could stomach that and cry into my pillow tonight
I punk n***as, black punk n***a for life
What's up with n***as?
The cost of living, I know they livid
Sean Leon, the Corleone, my core frigid
*More advice over the phone*
On point with every sentence, like I'm fencing
On guard, so it's offensive when you say I'm next then
Like I ain't Wayne Gretzky meets Bruce Wayne meets Hussein
I got that bomb, I'm 2 Chainz meets Wu-Tang
I'm Pootie-tang when the pistols pop, her p**y came
If you're dissing, don't be sneaking, say my name
I'm from the era of sh**ty virals and cheapened fame
I fall in love with a moment I'll never need again
I hope I see it with my friends before I see the end
Until we meet again
It's over