Pressure plus pipes
I got the tool here strung on my right
And ever since I loss you pops I don't write
And that was like '09
But every time the beat come on I swear it's go time
My fingers start itchin'
The pieces of divine start clickin'
The mistress in my mind start strippin'
I swear that I'm at a constant conflict with these women
Cause all the studio time that I buy is way more important than anything that they've given
Ain't that a bitch
Owe that ho a couple dollars
Told her take it in blood or I'm crypt-ed
I swear at the top is my mission
Cause sometimes I feel like if you would have been proud
Then you wouldn't have gone missin'
Picture a child in his prison
Where nobody gon' write me
And nobody come to visit
And visually I'm sustained by walls of steel
Is it possible that the fire is all that's real, God damn
Am I a liar or is all this real
Is it true that the ones with the desires get all the meals
Cause I gotta eat
Shit and my momma got a stomach too
And if you talk bullshit how do I stomach you
Ridin' down the 417, sippin' 100 proof
Pop myself two or three bars
See what a cup will do
My girl tried to stop me, she weigh 102
Yellin' that she hate me
I swear I feel like it ain't nothin' new
Pulled up out the driveway like, "Fuck you!"
To the person who made that Smith