Kristophe Malone - WI$DUMB lyrics

(Sean Speaks) In spirit of, my brother Choir boy, God accept his soul And if you can forgive my sins, cause no one knows when its time to go (Chorus) Wise man, where is your fortune How important is a fool wih the gold Wise man, where is your fortune What is life if your was sold They don't know the price of life They don't know the price of life They don't know the price of life They don't know the price of life (Verse) Im on the type of sh** that's more important than a b**h And if shes real she understands that's not a diss Smoking with the homies Like how the f** we get rich Laughing cause we 25 now a days it's sink or swim Father forgive my sins The ones i have now And the ones i may commit I gotta a couple hustles and i know they not legit But its too much sh** too quit Im in too f**ing deep Still ain't found my f**ing knitch And I'm reading through my psalms And my palm itch And my mind been gone after reading willie lynch Shout out to Jihaad Muhammad $15 for the line But you can't put price on letting me pick your mind I went through them 48 laws Still learning how to abide I listen to Michael Fisher And Minister Farrakhan I'm telling you guys I'm different These are more than rhymes The homie heard me rapping he said it sound like I was crying (I ain't lying) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Cause all my n***as they got felonies How my record clean But we in the same boat Trying to generate hope for this generation Even our president is off a plantation Plant your seeds with good intentions Then you wait for them to harvest Cause you reap what you sew You're in control of your karma Did these b**hes wrong, i could never have a daughter Don't know how to teach my i ain't ever had a father Guess i gotta learn Take some L's Blow the L's Get an 8th from the weed man Note to self Turn the page you'll see all the goal i set And women are like us now they want money and s** But baby other than the cleavage i see treasure in your chest I see the pain in your smile Maybe it was an ex But you can't let that weigh you down Don't take that baggage on your jet Don't trade your soul for attention and follow your intuition (Chorus) (Verse 3) Racism still alive they just be concealing it And they get away with whatever That sh** be k**ing me k** a n***a over his hoodie that how real it get You can be whatever you want Dont be no idiot Cause every house party's Just a coming out party Or somebody shooting outside Who died? So you got a bunch of gay n***as Mixed with a bunch of gang members Dj playing that gay sh** I can't find my place in it Smart is the new rich Theres no bliss in being ignorant And love is too much of a risk And i dont see a benefit I wish that I could trust But that s a gift and that curse It's lessons learned in being hurt When your heart break that pain's the worst But when that pain turn to power There's nothing like it There's nothing like it