Rallee Smiff - Consequences

One hand on the Bible swear I’ma tell the truth
Unless we in a courtroom then I’ma need to see some proof
Cause even tho I don’t mess with too many niggas
My people taught me better do your time if you choosin’ a life of crime
But it made sense when your living’ conditions critical
Felony limit you, work for Burger King just to get you thru
What you pose to do when your rent is due
Electric got a shut off notice too, and your son got holes in his tennis shoes
Either get depressed bout it til you fully consumed
Or else revert back to the life you knew, is what most niggas do
Become Chef Ramsey in that kitchen, no one allowed to get a glimpse of you whippin
Cause the wrist is so inimitable
Wait over there til a nigga thru
You slightly a contact from the fumes, from it lingering all thru the living room
Damn, you can’t believe this shit really happenin’
Said you was done, look at you now feel like you moving backwards
Fuck it, I guess its back to trappin
Hit that’s fein who was callin persistently when you stop to tell him you back in action
It’s back to all of them vices that turnt you to a savage
It’s back to stuffin’ that cash inside of that Serta mattress
It’s back to placing that work inside of those sandwich bags
Them hoes aware, so now they back selling ass for two Andrew Jacksons
They back to hating but shit, they gon do that regardless
But these new age nigga hustlin’ voluntary informants
One made it his duty to run his mouth like water faucets
Ratting cause he hurt you was smackin’ out on his babymomma
P.O. cant stand me, so eager to violate me often
On top of that FEDS watchin’ gotta move with precaution
Have you feelin’ gotta be somethin’ different
Thinkin’ if I get popped this time the prosecutor seekin’ double digits
Now you weighin’ the pros and cons to make a rash decision
Like is it worth all the consequences
My brotha listen
It's hard acceptin’ the truth when you know
That the pain behind it will bring you down to your knees
But you don't hear it, you comfortable in these shackles with no intent to be free
It's hard to let go the street when really you need the change, in order to see your growth
Got a glass full of pride and the truth is a hard pill to swallow
Better drink it fore’ you choke
Consequences
Aye my nigga always stay prepared for the consequences
Consequences
Yea

Written by:
Demarcus Smith

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