Yeah, conscious thoughts Unconsciously, subconsciously
you know how it go

Now what we go through
Them boys folding like paper we sending holes through
This sound like '16 Stone guess he had to poke through
And my life lately, Modelo time mixed with soul food
I don't owe you or you so who you going to
I don't loan out advice, guess I'm opposed to
Hate the "supposed to's"
Like a hole in the wall, I'm a fix it how I know without the Pro Tools
Guess I can't say it too good, I might as well go ahead and show you, yeah
Like red rice on the plate
Bloody how I'm trying to correct mistakes
Little sugar in it make a little sweeter the taste
Miss my grandma bad I had to get down and pray
I'm just channeling her spirit when I'm out of the way
I'm more duck than mallards but
when I chop it I'm too rare like filet

Butter beans and collard greens
Nothing like childhood dreams, My worst nightmare is waking to Hollywood screams
Hardly was nice but with bars and
with sexual fiends
I don't like sharing my heart so I keep it to me
Used to sip bourbon a lot, now I'm on 'quila and key
Used to roll pressure a lot, now all the pressure on me
Used to hear lectures a lot, now all the lecture is free
Bend over backwards and
now she a bend in the creek, yeah
Counting this paper I'm water side, that's why I'm overly fried
Passing the torch to the guys, they holding torches themselves, no one is forcing the wealth, spiritual
Praying for a miracle
Watching the grits as they rise, knowing it's grand in it's timing
Putting the bullshit aside, I'll put the game in a Heimlich