G-Scott - Epiphany lyrics

March 28th 91 a little baby Born in a hospital to Robert and Terril Bailey Remember trips to the mall Them shopping trips off in K.B Now designer sh** my toys Needs bands that's word to Katie Partying money d** Fake friends and love Nerd at the cool table Surrounded by former thugs My girl don't understand me Guess that's an understatement I'm a retired doctor I ain't got no more patients Cook told me that sh** When he left and did a sermon Now my flame flicker low That's what happen when you ain't earning Swear I work so damn hard but feeling like no progression Not invited to South by Wasn't good enough what I'm guessing now They done let loose the bad guy I'm standing at the alter black tux in a black tie/ These b**hes in the back dressing up to get baptized I'm feeling like a child right before he get chastised Like what the f**? As virgin p**y it's new to us Never needed a Ye' cosign to say I'm GOOD enough I know a mob of criminal's who'll knuck if you buck For a buck and a buckshot you get thrown in the trunk In your local drug dealers new 70's dunk Screaming down the highway while the thug bump Weezy and Bun Been gone from home so long I'm no prodigal son Open up the trunk so my dreams is what I'll become Bustin up out the trunk A pump be in your face And though you not a thug Don't punk the pump fake A figure of who you were Is starring you your face He screaming he gone k** you and blast you at point range I'm feeling like Allen Strange and alien to the change Occurring in the membrane that's happening in my brain On, d** That's right about the same hour That 30 bad b**hes took them champagne showers I Told you I got dressed for it In the pa**enger seat told her mans to floor it And if she ever look back would in fact revoke it You know that a** too fat know i had to poke it I mean like live life love I mean like live life up I mean notorious no Lil Kim but b**h wah what? Is you saying? Like girl why is you playing? A ca ca cornball who came out simply amazing I mean lately relate to Kurt Cobain Cause all this stress on brain feeling like load co*k bang I woke up in a city my own Sodom Gomorrah/ A special victim my unit follow no laws take no orders Watching my homies get booked ain't talking shopping at borders Has left me close to D-Edge (thee edge) That's word to Damien daughter I got that cosign from Gibbs Though it may not have worked out Please just allow me to flex Lyles move the weight I leave jets That mean I'm Darelle Revis and this beat like open season That mean I'm a free agent I'm number 1 who you chasing like f** it Take shots to the head Then I'm f**ing gone Hit the switch, f** the world Til I'm f**ing on If they let me in this b**h Ima f** her long Made my own lane never changed n***a f** a clone I call it my life what you would refer to as song Nothing going right yet i write thats writing my wrongs Epiphany