[Verse 1]

Top down with the fresh cut 

With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of' 

A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up 

Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up 

A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise 

Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes 

But for now, tell God hurry my plans 

Cause I just had to bury my man 

Us two was on some brother shit 

But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit 

I know I can't be the only one troubled with 

I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it 

Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist 

I just wrote the book, he published it 

Simply read holdin' back the years 

Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin' 



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[Verse 2]

Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me 

Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me 

Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me 

Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me 

But the boy won't bend 

Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end 

I'm on 9-5 speedin', truly love it 

No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it 

But still I'm here waitin' on a sign 

Or a F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY) 

Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy 

I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll 

From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard 

Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur 

Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said 



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[Verse 3]

Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel 

Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles 

Get mangled, so I don't got shit 

My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit 

Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick 

But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit 

See my intent is to be content 

But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin' ?? 

Since mama concieved me 

Me and dude been stuck in a melee 

He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely 

But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me 

So until God retrieves me 

I'm followin' behind the nigga that misleads me 

If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me 

But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me