September 7th

*Words of advice over the phone* I hear the beat and start crying It's quarter past 4 I'm on the corner still trying I quarterback it all, just trying to make my quota A stranger on this corner so I barely make a quarter back I'm at the condo with Cardo Apartment in Parkdale that's where I do my recording Meetings with Solo, that's my shooter up in Sotto & Sotto In the 6 but it ain't OVO though Money Team ain't no squares in my oval I shine around the world bitch I'm global* At the shows meeting fans taking photos Barely making rent off the show dough Back when I would smoke with Lim he'd teach me how to cope with things He told me cut the grass and don't you let the cobras in He could have been Kobe with a little coaching But on my culture that's my nigga we'll be close again My auntie walking with a cane I'm walking through the rain I've barely got a dollar to my name Every dollar I would gain, would be the same dollar I'd deposit to the game I charge it to the game Baby mama stressing I'm counting down the days, she told me count my blessings I'd rather count the paper, mama call the reverend Like I need Jesus, there's things that need addressing Like why I ain't got no deal My baby brother off the pill, I want to fight him that's my blood for real I guess he likes the thrill My bigger brother kind of liked it too He in the bin now and I ain't even writing to him I got my own problems I got my daughter in December It's edging on November Can't even make the rent out my apartment in September Been broke since like forever So if ya' nigga ever hit a lick I can't remember What the feeling is like I wonder what a million is like All my niggas in the building tonight Ready to make a killing tonight I could chill or peel a cap, nigga that's life I could seal a pack, deliver that, and deal with the strife Or I could stomach that and cry into my pillow tonight I punk niggas, black punk nigga for life What's up with niggas? The cost of living, I know they livid Sean Leon, the Corleone, my core frigid *More advice over the phone* On point with every sentence, like I'm fencing On guard, so it's offensive when you say I'm next then Like I ain't Wayne Gretzky meets Bruce Wayne meets Hussein I got that bomb, I'm 2 Chainz meets Wu-Tang I'm Pootie-tang when the pistols pop, her pussy came If you're dissing, don't be sneaking, say my name I'm from the era of shitty virals and cheapened fame I fall in love with a moment I'll never need again I hope I see it with my friends before I see the end Until we meet again It's over