My nigga waiting on draft day Hoping shit will change I'm so sick of being last place Maneuvered through the range I been putting on the same face Pertaining to the stains I just pour up Never had a hand But quick to give it Why I show love Like why I show love Never had a hand But quick to give it Why I show love Like why I show love Never had a hand But quick to give it Why I show love I like black timbs and black hoodies Dodge hoes with good footing Bigger than the foes that's speaking on me While up I'm looking At the cityscape Just thinking about my fucking fate Need them all to know my name I can't go back to empty plates So shit I'm caught up in fragrances They fill my lungs Forever grieving I pray that when my sentence end They say I left with Grace and meaning Yea I said I hope I left with grace and meaning My nigga I said I hope I left with grace and meaning I said I hope I left with, yea In my city its like, like Is you rapping or you hooping Only way to circumvent Unless you up and move that pack Bro had that sack that had that stench Shit I'm trying to get some plaques Next to my name And make a dent In all the pain we went through That's why I'm bleeding through these instrumentals Yea That's why I'm bleeding through these instrumentals