Two Birds, One Stone
[Intro]Yeah, more, yeah
[Verse]More time with family and friends, more lifeMore time to get it rightIt's only me, but I'm seeing four shadows in the lightMy demons visit me every nightTo the most high, I'm forever indebtedI know I gotta pay somethin', I know that day's comin'I put it all in the musicBecause if I don't say it here, then I won't say nothin'Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudgesTwo birds, one stone, my aim is amazin'I need to start losing my shit on you niggas that's hatin'Too reserved, like I called ahead for me and my ladyFree C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting?Ever since the blue basement, I found God and I lost patienceBetween rocks and hard places of all placesSpotted everywhere, like DalmatianCops snoop around now, 'cause all of my dogs famousPlease welcome the October fall babyVaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind's not all thereUsed to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearerPeople too scared to tell the truth, so it's all daresCount it, it's all there, and we all squareQuick money, I'm in and outMy dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinnin' outBut, shit, look at Dennis nowAll Stacy Adams and linnen'd outMore blessings for Sandy and him, more lifeMy parents never got it rightBut God bless 'em both, I think we all alikeWe all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to changeIf we do get to do it twice in another lifeScared to go to sleep now'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were likeBack when the bar that I had set for myself was out of sightTell me how I went and did chin-upsOn this shit when I can't see itPin-ups of Meagan Good and Pam GrierSoul sisters inspired my old scripturesNow that feeling's gone like them old picturesMixin' liquor got us both twisted, words get so viciousYou just stare at me while you roll SwishersGirl, I love you, but I don't miss yaAnd no matter what year it is, I'm a 06erGo figure, cold nigga, stay in school, manFuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthyTwo percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk itGot two of my niggas off with a "not guilty"Gave back to the city and never said it if I didn't live itBut still they try and tell you I'm not the realestLike I'm some privileged kidThat never sat through a prison visitOr like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbonI never worked to get itBut really it's you with all the drug dealer storiesThat's gotta stop, thoughYou made a couple chops and now you think you ChapoIf you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilosYou bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggasLike, "This what we need to be on," but you never went liveYou middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guysI can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyesAnd you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your livesCan't show us where the cash isMe, I don't judge, I'm just going off what the math isNumbers inflatedThey all look at me, like, "What have you done for me lately?""I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest."Aw, baby, stop debatin', I'm just a creativeMy numbers out of this worldNo wonder they got me feeling so alienatedYou were the man on the moonNow you just go through your phasesLife of the angry and famousRap like I know I'm the greatestThen give you tropical flavoursStill never been on hiatusYou stay xann'd and perk'd upSo when reality set in, you don't gotta face itI'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basisIt seems like nobody wants to stay in my good gracesI'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your placesLook what happens soon as you talk to me crazyIs you crazy?