Shake This

[Intro] Being enlightened is no longer enough, you must apply Being willing is no longer acceptable, you must do Make it count [Hook] I gotta shake this, jail shit off me He ain't gonna never sell, he gonna fail shit off me I gotta shake this, weak shit off me and keep shit off me And leave it in the streets like a bitch, get off me [Verse 1] 1977, July 5th Conceieved immaculately was me, my mom's gift Unwrapped right there in a room right like Christmas My mind has been designed to do like distance Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts You ain't hold back on yours, nah that's my fault Now picture me falling All the way to the bottom and I'm laying there calling Somebody come help me, find my strength to stop drinking This poison 'fore I drown my gift and yeah it's prolly unhealthy Cause I went so hard and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers Loco, going hard as a locomotive, self-loathing like I ain't chosen Shows to bless souls get exposed, just know that I ain't folding [Hook] [Verse 2] September 18th, 2006 I roll up in the court thinking this should go quick On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit From behind thousand dollar Cartier scrips I witnessed my world tumble down like bricks Two words she slurred and they sounded like this One year, traveled through the room Like moonlight, through the darkness Ooh, it's heartless, how could I beat two felonies Then turn around and lose like this My lawyer’s saying stay calm, people saying pray for him They locking my black ass up like Akon My wife at the crib going crazy, pregnant Yelling, I ain’t having no more babies People saying Preem ain’t fucking with me no more Niggas in the pen looking homo, no [Hook] [Verse 3] Fresh outta jail feeling like Christopher Walken The king of my city, swinging my dick as I’m walking Up to the 750, I open the door My cuz and like several bitches make up the décor I look in he got a cup and he pours I tell him nah I’m good I would’ve chugged it before I’m a new man but I could fuck with a whore Nigga my dick’s so hard it’s prolly touching the floor Riding 'round in the back of a black luxury toy Getting sucked like niggas cannot fuck with me boy When I look in the mirror all I see is the real You niggas shouldn’t be here, R.I.P. if you will I’m the moment of truth, I’m the only significant thing Roaming the scene, soon as I go in the booth I'mma do it this time, I'm feeling really defined Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mine [Hook] [Outro] Bitch get off me, get off me, bitch get off me Now do that make me a liar? Get off me, get off me, get off me