Skip Dover & Queens Bully - Tell It For Me

Late night adventures in my Sentra I vividly don't remember
Been there, went through it, now I think I'm better than ever
No pretender, no pretending, never was the center of attention
Hold the stolen Beretta up in the center console, only used it once
At that time, wasn't nothing I wouldn't do for funds
Eating Dunkaroos for brunch or hit my Uncle Lou's for lunch
I was smoking trash back then
Walking into work like please excuse the skunk
Now it's Vino Blu my blunts
Met Derek, headed to Woodside
Wanted to look fly, I had to do some runs
Felt like I was used up, should've never let her use me once
Now she's getting abused for months, just told me he bruised her lungs
Roaches in the bathtub had me doing bad stuff
Sitting on my ass, cause I'm afraid to stand up
I had to man up, tell your mans hold his mans up
Before I hold your mans and his mans up
Always had the vision, you could look but you can't touch
Could end up in prison, or do it by the book and clean your hands up
Fuck you mean, dirty money keeps me clean, my bands up
Loud money throwing a tantrum
I started thinking I was running out of time, had to get on my grind
Used to hit Polo, cop a zip at a time
Saving every nickel and dime, another victim of time
Ignoring the signs, still had a foreign in mind
Kept the Stench and copped voodoo blue Lexus
I'm flexing in the drive-thru, 2 for 2 breakfasts
My bitch worried about me, said I'm moving too reckless
Look restless, but the way I maneuver through's impressive
Lately I ain't know myself, it feels like I'm ghost writing
120 in that blue angel, I'm just ghost riding
No I am painting pictures, 'till I kicked the bucket
And put the mic down, and walked up out the shit like fuck it
My homie's sleeping on my couch, not for a month or 2
Saw me hurting, ain't chip in for nothing, got too comfortable
Ditched the Lex, back to the Stench, let's make another move
Space for my health, stayed to myself, nobody coming through
Thought I was doing great, not knowing I'm in a deep depression
Taught me thinking I got the answers is what I need to question
So I'mma answer to myself, all I need is you to hold me down
I hate when you say I just need direction
My bitch around some new faces now, maybe she's creeping
Caught her lying saying she was in two places, wow
Even though it wasn't for sure
It's never me that gets even, even so, I had to run up the score
I'm always at least two steps ahead
'Cause sometimes you do the right thing, get left for dead
Laying in an empty bed
She don't even know I'm getting bread, tell her I'm broke
That month, I was in and out like eleven throats
Told her not to get me tatted and look what happened
You learned the hard way, deal with the karma of your actions
I've gotta dip, can't have my stomach in knots, shit
Packed my shit and left, cause you can't heal where you got sick
Toe to toe with my ego, can't ask no one for help
Don't wanna hear I told you so or get some sleep bro
My biggest regret's so bad, it makes all of my old bitches upset
They think they got me, they ain't getting me yet
Fast forward, Pomonok to my mama's block
With a sack on me now, which whip I'm trying to cop
It's been a few years, they see him in the BM
Hoes from high school started creeping in my DM
Running through 'em like an animal, I'm trying to make shit right
Hiding from myself, hoping I make this flight
But everything I needed was right there, just hiding plain in sight
I can't believe I tried to take my life
Late night rides to the harbor
Dig 'em out, drive 'em from my house to their father
Then dub their calls, like I'm busy, girl, don't bother
And don't ask me for a dollar, just address me as your honor
Things start to change, totally different backdrop
I really used to ride around with the Mac on my laptop
I feel like I'm different, I just hope it's for the best
It's still concealed, ain't no troubleshooting with this tech
I got your x on the phone and we've got eyes on your pad
Watch your every step, now your family's crying 'cause it's sad
We know you're pussy, don't try and disguise you're a fag
He trying to diss guys, now look, this guy's in a bag
I'm always listening, I'm serious
I'm always listening like Siri is
Finally found a woman who can be my peace
Peace of mind, mind in pieces, piece of shit
Smoking 27's still, I need to quit
So many things I said I'd do once the smoke cleared
The smoke never cleared, I'm still here
I smoked too much loud, gotta face reality
Clear thoughts brought some demon out of me
Even still I need a different route, guess we'll see what happens next
I don't got the time anymore, kindly retract your threats
If I die before I tell my story
I give you permission to tell it for me
I'll be back shortly

Written by:
Skip Dover

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