Fifty nights ago, went ahead inside my notepad And bought a seven of some pressure just to blow past time Back in my past life, I was the king of this Went and gave all my homies presents for the reaping But even in them niggas dread I see hope and a reason Cause a nigga shed tears no matter the season Behind him blowing that breeze I see he taller than most Behind smoking that weed I see he smarter than most Behind enemy lines I see they picking they targets like fine wine I'm just getting it started Spit it audibly so niggas on that back left wall hear me clearly Hope the pictures on the wall remind you so dearly Just know it's hopeless when you hope That the material things supply the pleasure forever You going to learn ya lesson See where yo gratitude for that shit you got Attitude got you wishing that you wasn't where you was But you is cause yo thinking is clouded Steady thinking in doubt, got you living in drought And have you feeling without This shit hotter than the kitchen stove And it's colder than that winter grove harvest I'm that underrated artist I parted ways with niggas who wouldn't keep the focus I shortened days with niggas who move in different motions And ever so often I keep that toolie in my coat Because these niggas intentions speak even louder than my goated superiors As I float through this period, you can see my energy shift Cause my interior shot from the stars It's a lot that I haven't seen and some porches gotta get cleaned But my spirit told me don't you intervene Don't you hit that scene half-stepping, half-repping where you came from Same for your name it's the stain that you made from In plain sight, niggas take the frame And they bend it to fit inside some other shit But what's the point in me talking, you on some other shit If you ain't heeding my message you ain't my brother bitch You ain't my brother bitch Word