(y’all know what the fuck goin on)
(George)
(yerrrrr)

I admit
I’m the shit
Lotta stone
Lotta sticks

You prolly sick
Y’all ain’t slick (y’all ain’t shit, y’all ain’t shit)
That’s how it go
That’s how it get
(that’s how it go you know that’s how it get)


It’s easy to talk when you up
But how bout when it’s zero zero
People gon fight and gon fuss
But don’t let it fuck with the spirit
Master the mind and the mental
Know in the heart
When you go through the dark
The allure of the roses and thorn
That can grow in the soil
But that ain’t the garden I tend to
Ain’t gotta act or pretend to
Lot of the world live in hunger
That’s why they strapped wit utensils
Hell of a fork in the road
A coward can hold onto sword
But that ain’t gon cut through the noise
All of us go on our journeys
Jus to get back to the source

I pray at night
Real late at night
For the greatest life
I can live
At the break of dawn
I might pray some more
But all that prayer
Ain’t shit
If ya stuck in place
And don’t move yo weight
It’s jus different day
But same shit
You could save a life
Or you could take a life
But if ya aim it right
Ya can’t miss

I admit
I ain’t shit
Lotta stones
Lotta sticks

You prolly sick
Y’all ain’t slick (y’all ain’t shit, y’all ain’t shit)
That’s how it go
That’s how it get
(that’s how it go you know that’s how it get)

That’s how it go you know that’s how it get
Humans and classism caste system shit
People think leaders is singers, celebrities, models, n actors and rappers n shit
All of my life I attracted this shit
Play my position they hate my conviction
Cuz I ain’t nobody I have to admit
But you see George you know that the cack in this bitch
They said my album a classic n shit
Got in my bag and I realized my baggage was thick
You can aim for the sky let it bang let it fly
But don’t pick up no gun you not accurate wit
What kinda life you believe in
What kinda death is you grieving dawg
The long way is always more scenic
Often the Mourning can turn into evening


I pray at night
Real late at night
For the greatest life
I can live
At the break of dawn
I might pray some more
But all that prayer
Ain’t shit
If ya stuck in place
And don’t move yo weight
It’s jus different day
But same shit
You could save a life
Or you could take a life
But if ya aim it right
Ya can’t miss

I admit
I’m the shit
Lotta stone
Lotta sticks

You prolly sick
Y’all ain’t slick (y’all ain’t shit, y’all ain’t shit)
That’s how it go
That’s how it get
(that’s how it go you know that’s how it get)