Retrospect(last Take)

Verse 1: D2G As I’m clouded with Black Sour in my speakers Fumes breathe in the shrubbery I’m pondering if this life has had enough of me Thoughts that run the mind as I stop and inhale Currently placing the stereotype of a system that set me to fail I walk through the slums of homicide Where everyday promises someone’s demise I look back and ponder further: how’d I make it to 25? Take a pause, take a toke, then inhale To avoid the pitfall such as a graveyard or a jail See my seed is growing older and protection is a must ‘Cuz there’s ills inside this world I gotta teach him not to trust Keep him focused on his dream, ask the Lord and He’ll supply Shower love to him, more than what my mother could provide ‘Cuz these streets ain’t no playground and horse play is a killer It ain’t room that much for error, too much consequence in fillers And with that I keep my eyes up we’re tuned in to the future Me on a journey toward greatness, carry forward, I salute you Verse 2:sterling hayes Dodging devils by design Should be a crime the way my words revolve around the rhyme Moms nagging swear i heard this shit a thousand times Its time to kill it Running that city a mile a minute Save all that money and spend on a limit They'll break you they'll break u slowly Im Kobe they can't control me Since i had that fro in 03 We running up and they running out Them lying hoes wit they lying mouth We line them up and chalk line them out Used to be maggots in they hall Now they toilets in my stall Fuck this world this dying cause Steady fussing fuckin Never told the preacher nothing Piece of mind a piece of something Starvin mothers Bounty hunters Broke kids Dead brothers Still i pray Just to faded to say That im too smart for my own self It ain't my gun i won't tell I be pac at the coachell They can't break my spirit, calling out to god and i know that he must hear it I know that they gon fear it It gets real Your soul seals the deal If its that matrix blue pill Then im rolling off the wheel Sorry moms a deals a deal Make u wanna swing that marijuana Im Arnold Palmer Real nigga, tamed street lion im Bailey Barner On the corner To hood passes no diploma Dont look back them niggas gonners Immaculate stoners [Verse 3: Kembe X] Loose Who the little nigga in the kiosk jewelry? Walk up in the room they bowing like, “We not worthy!” And she not worried, that bitch know she gon’ get chose Hey, turn this goofy nigga music off with his shit flows Wherever this shit goes, the Vill behind me Walk around the party boosed with the steele behind me Come at the Village sideways will get you discarded Rap intelligent but boy I swear my bitches retarded The Village on the rise, the Village on the rise It’s me and my guys, 80 deep Merky Murk chillin in disguise You live a facade, we live on the side Where death will google you up by surprise I’m taking my time with this rap shit 6 up in the morning, write raps and grand scheming Think yo fuckin wit me Your man’s dreaming My plan be the same, no country for fuck niggas On the couch with hella bitches, I’m comfy as fuck nigga The 7s is what’s up, I’m with three of them hoes Peep me some game up in the south shook me free of them hoes Gold jewelry in my mouth, my smile is too shiny The Village and Save Money, the grind is too grimy bitch Rolling, rolling, we rolling baby Show no love to a ho ‘cuz all these hoes is crazy That’s why a bitch can’t borrow a cent from me She caught a middle finger let her know it was sent from me nigga She fucking up, she need to repent to me nigga She know none of her tears mean shit to me nigga You tryna fuck i mind fuck her mentally nigga I guess these baller dreams was meant for me nigga