SF Vibe Beats - Soulful lyrics

[Intro] Sample - The O'Jays (Back Stabbers) Yeah, back stabbers I got too much soul, n***a [Verse 1] The, friend of my enemy is usually my enemy Like my lawyer buddy-buddy with the prosecution I thought you should be defending me Voices in my head, must be my inner Jiminy Cricket The story of my life and god be Lemony, Snicket I tend to be, driven by anyone offending me Rev up my grind I blend the beat And, produce a flow so smooth he Run out of coat tail for groupies These hoes bound to choose me Bet they won't see a Dollar Bill Like St. Louis outside The Player's Club kinda ill How I burn these tracks Rest in peace to Bernie Mac Hope this game don't turn me wack Only way to progress, no turning back Live my life in worry that, I won't be remembered For one thing, a young king, but what if Scar k**ed Simba Got no kids, who gon' be the symbol, of what I stood for Send me and my realest verses to the good lord I'm good for it, n***a Hard to put your heart in words, much harder to get 'em heard Who woulda thought the thought of real music could be absurd n***as talk the talk Forreal sentences free of verbs Or verb-free, no one take action no more it's embarra**ing Seriously, frustration just converts to cursing Like f** the man on his a** countin' cash while I'm working For a fraction of what his wrist cost Pissed off, n***as be havin' to work some years for it (yeah) But you get that in a few days For money that ridiculous n***as gon' have to move weight (huh, dawg) And is you game for it? Either that or k** a brother that got what you can't afford (huh, nah) See that's two lanes boy, and I'm over in the third one An instrumental surgeon, come test it, I must confess it Might be the slowest but its closest to the exits Im blessed that I done traveled a safer road Men of my family done sold I'm tryna break the mold Can keep the silver and the bronze, I'm trying to take the gold Momma providin' for the family, let's change the roles Be patient, I'll take control You covered And f** it sh**, so is my brothers Marcus, Smitty, Vaughn, and Josh sh** get gritty imma call 'em And, give em a piece of whatever I get involved in I mean why not eat with the same n***as you starved with Start from the bottom and I'm still here, it's tough But boy I just started so I feels fair, no love In the hip hop game but I still care, still care A struggle ain't nothing, I put that on my brother's wheelchair He's been in and out of hospitals and he's still here The sh** that he had to endure taught me to k** fear n***a, that sh** taught me to k** fear So while you're sketchy bout if the lord exists it's real clear Pure Crystal