You couldn't hold grip
Pacing the fold, couldn't handle all the fake shit
I just gotta ask, why you quick to be tasteless?
Patience decreasing
Picking up pieces and pieces
Your reason lost on me
Only an excuse, ode
I ain't fold for none, nig please
For 26, i had to tend to pleas
Vice tryna bring a nig to knees
I got to stand tall
Got some understanding that I have to see evolve
So the more ima walk
So the more ima talk
Bearing weight from my faults
Valid as original jit, i seen it all
Nana put her soul in my hands so I won't fall
Granny put her soul in my heart, fuck it we ball
Sun rising up whole from the cracks in the asphalt (Like the rose)
Nigga