Keynote Illidge - depressed!

I been going through it bitch I think that I'm depressed
Under the influence all this shit that got me stressed
Death been on my mind and that bitch won't let me rest
Only thing I know to do is keep on running up these checks
So pay me what you owe me when I'm coming to collect
I make my family proud when I put on for the set
It's headshots for anybody talking out they neck
You a snitch, blew the whistle, man you foul, that's a tech
And now we at a one and one
All this shit these niggas do I did at 21
Ain't no sweet shit over here this ain't no honey bun
I heard they trappin' with no whips these niggas bummy bums
Can't even pull up on yo mama if she stuck in a jam
I told 'em think about your options 'fore you fuck with the man
Once we put it into motion ain't no stopping the plan
I do what the fuck I want to, you just do what you can
And that's a fact
Used to pay wait in line, now we get in through the back
And my babymama fine, now she don't know how to act
All this money on my mind make it hard for me to rap
But if a nigga cross the line, we gone put him on the track
Murda Beatz. Microphone the murder piece
If they think that they the vibe, well then we here to murder peace
Aye lil brodie. Who is you
You not gang. You not crew
You can't hang. Need to move
You a lame. Me, I'm cool
Yeah I'm cool. This a breeze
Hood rats counting cheese
Flow with ease. Glow on steeze
You important? Nigga please
Tell a hater bye bye. Paint an opp no tie dye
I'm sippin on a mai tai. Whole life on sci-fi
Cuz this is a movie and I am the star
I never let groupies come ride in the car
If I want some shots, I go right to the bar
My soldiers that dying don't fight in Qatar
They go to war in the streets. They ready to rumble
So I turned my dawgs into beasts cause this be the jungle
If you tryna ball in the east, you better not fumble
Cuz I need me more than a piece, and this is me humble
Let her hair down like Rapunzel
But I am not one for the savin'
So I climbed it right to the top
She gave me some top. I swear she amazin'
They need to pay me respect
And pay me in checks for the roads that I'm pavin'
Y'all niggas keep the clout and the fame
It's only the money I'm cravin'
And bitch I mean starvin', stacking my plate
Moved out them apartments, next outta state
I'll sell out the Garden, nigga just wait
Pray to your god and keep to your faith

Written by:
Keano Illidge

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