Marc ILL - Can't Figure It Out
Just tryna see a mill before I'm 28Thoughts while I'm throwin' on my shirt and tie, I'm runnin' late
Tryna figure out the difference tween real and fake
Either niggas hate to love or they love to hate
But don't rob me of my time, I ain't got much to take
And I ain't tryna beef, I got too much at stake
Ya'll niggas pocket watchin like how much you make
Man Im tryna make it happen dog, I need a break
But then again thats somethin that I'll never take
Grindin till i show up with henny at heaven's gate
Then pour it out for my niggas down in this cheddar race
Tryna get food on their plate praying for better days
Oh lord, please ease the pain
Feel like I'm going insane
This job ain't my passion, guess I'm going in vain
This music in my blood, but never flowing in vain
Play the cards you was dealt, that's how it go in the game man
But I can't figure it out
Thoughts bottled, give me a minute to pour a little bit out
Sometimes I stare at the wall as I sit on the couch
Reminiscing on the days when I would dribble it out
League dreaming
Guess I was never Jason Kidd cuz I had a plan B
Not tryna be ass out soon as class out
Never been the type to try and go get it the fast route
I seen that path be too many niggas last route
I cant figure it out, no no
I cant figure it out
(Keep it runnin)
And I cant figure it out, no no
Hov told me die enormous before I live dormant
And I went and copped a chain worth a mortgage
Wasn't even sure I could afford it
Sometimes I lose focus like a ford whip
They told me don't run from my problems, so I walk towards it
I used to hoard it
You see it's beauty in the struggle, shit is georgous
Unless you know somebody that the morgue get
Shit, I rather be on Forbes list
Marc iLLy man the flow viral
Niggas goals be to tweet something that go viral
Nas told me hip hop ain't got no vitals
Guess that's why I look around and ain't got no rivals
Wish there were second chances for the good decisions we strayed
Wish CC would've Cc'd us on the decisions he made
I hate he had to face the heat when those decisions got weighed
They love to see us all in prisons and graves
Somehow our vision get swayed
And I ain't got the answers either
Some people only hit your phone when they need ya
Damn, No more favors
No, no more favors
It's strictly business or I'll see ya later
For real, nigga
Written by:
Marc ILL
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