(They say why i dont make more radio friendly music
There ain't nothing radio friendly from where I’m from
I'm sorry)

Either these fuck n***as try murder you
Or cops try wait for you to pop, then Bobby Shmurda you (crazy)
Nah ahahh, heart for the shmony
Hid the choppers in the basment
Mommy ain't raise a dummy (naahh)
Let me vent a bit, closed circle, need you a membership
Cause pills ease the pain but i dont remeber shit ( i dont remeber shit)
I thougth i cried my last tear, back when cookie died, and cubie died
(cookie died, and cubie died )
I got deep fried
I chase shots of pain with drugs and bad bitch’s hand
Sometimes a bad bitch giving a bad bitch hand, it work
Its giving me head, while in my head, Im thinking like is he dead (like gone), like, like really dead? (Damn)
Thats when i sat up, his voice still in my like, "didn't go cuz, back up"
The hands on my backup
Seen the smoke blowin, coldest nights, high as hell
TV talking to me like the poltergeist she wanted me
She want it open, right?

Cool, well here i go
This is real as it possibly could get, and I die to get the proper respect
So you can bump this when i die bitch
I dont know what i want in the week (i dont know)
Or if the fans recognice me if i want them to speak (i dont know)
They say everything thats good usually comes with a fee
I gave them everything i got, what else they wanted from me (what else)
Bad enough, who knows if these bitches really want me for me
Or if really wanted a deal, think i might want a degree
My lil chick said i need to relax, she start rubbing my back
It make her nervous when i jump in my sleep, its fucked
Its a album for you (this is for you)
For me this is 25 years (my whole life)
Over and over, and over, and over and over and over
Just tryin get mommy some bigger space and shit, space to do what ever, I dont know, she like making shit (what ever she wants)
And a Benz, definitely a Benz, one that is big enough to fit all of her friends
She got trust issues like me (thats my girl)
So the coup would do her cool (thats my world)
Still get the four door to let her brag pluss, pluss more space for food

Is real as it possibly could get, you got to die to get the proper respect
You got to die to get the proper respect
So you can bump this when i die bitch

I never did it for the gram (never)
I dont know much about stunnin (like nothing)
Is loveing all the plusses, i'll never go back to nothing
They gonna hate you anyway, no sene in telling what you touchin (fuck'em)
A good place to spill my guts (right here)
Shit, better me than the n***a who got it tucked
Just tryna document this shit, before my clock is up and shit
How many blunts i got to twist before im high enough to lift off
Still appointed to clipper, Chris Paul, just matured now
Dont get me pissed off
How you make it out without a outlet, cause n***as still trapped grindin
They didn't make it out yet, nork[?]
This is real as it possibly could get, and I got die to get the proper respect
And I got die to get the proper respect
So you can bump this when i die bitch