Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked

I've been goin' through somethin' One-thousand eight-hundred and fifty-five days I've been goin' through somethin' Be afraid

I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel room I didn't wanna self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for

Oh, please, ugh, I don't like it

I'm Black as the name of Tyrone and Darius

PlayStation and some drank

Sentado, Anita y tú

So when you play this song, rewind the first verse About me abusin' my power so you can hurt About me and her in the shower whenever she horny About me and her in the after hours of the morning About her baby daddy currently servin' life And how she think about you until we meet up at night

When I hear music, it makes me dance You got the music, now is your chance

Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy

People get taken over by this pain-body because this energy field that almost has a life of its own, it needs to, periodically, feed on more unhappiness

If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'

Yeah, I need everybody's motherfuckin' hands up right now I need everybody's motherfuckin'—

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap DAMN.

I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away

MUUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch

I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015

Then Whit' told me, A woman is woman, love the creation It all came from God, then you was my confirmation

I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos

I caught a couple of bodies myself, slid my community My last Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies Not because the rags in the park had red gradient But because the high blood pressure flooded the caterin'

Niggas goin' to work and sellin' work, late for work Workin' late, prayin' for work, but he on paperwork

Lucy give you no worries, Lucy got million stories About these rappers that I came after when they was boring Lucy gon' fill your pockets Lucy gon' move your mama out of Compton Inside the gi-gantic mansion like I promised Lucy just want your trust and loyalty, avoiding me?

Self-indulged, discipline never been my sentiments I needed drugs, to me, an 8-ball was like penicillin Fuck love, my happiness was in that brown sugar Sex and melodies gave me hope when nobody's lookin'

I get on they ass, yeah, somebody gotta do it I'll make them niggas mad, yeah, somebody gotta do it

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care

It go in (When you), out (Ride it), do it real slow (Slide) Baby, you a star, strike, pose When I'm (When you), with you (With me), everything goes (Slow) Come and (Put that), put that (On my), on my (Titi), soul (Soul)

Man, gimme these fuckin' keys (Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work) Fuck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch (Give me my fuckin' keys) Nah, I like you parked in that bitch (Give me my keys, bro) On God, you ain't gettin' these keys (Give me my fucking keys) Ah, now you

Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bayum The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand

Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober

It used to be fuck that nigga, but now it's plural Fuck everybody, that's on my body

Real nigga need no therapy, fuck you talkin' about?

I've been on the streets too long Lookin' at you from the outside in They sing the same old song About how they walls always the cleanest I beg to differ, I must've missed them I'm not involved, I'd rather diss 'em

Nigga feel like he entitled 'cause he knew me since a kid Bitch, I cut my granny off if she don't see it how I see it, hm

Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap DAMN.

Won the Super Bowl and Nas the only one congratulate me

When I walk in, oh yeah, bring that It's unanimous, how I pop shit

Huh, facts

Murder man, singin' murder music off a murder van Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound Who is him? One and only shotta, known as murder man Catch you doin' dirty, it's no other way but murder plans

I'm not in the music business, I been in the human business

I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away

We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home

Maybe I wasn't there

Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa puff Serafina, flame in us

Take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke, take off the, I'm broke, I care (Take it off) Take off the gossip, take off the new logic that if I'm rich, I'm rare (Take it off)

I beat yo' ass, keep talkin' back I beat yo' ass, who bought you that? You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house With tears in your eyes, runnin' from Poo Poo and Prentice Go back outside, I beat

And frame of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' Woo-hah!

Something's up, must confess Spoke my truth, paid my debt Can't you see I'm a wreck? Let me loose, I digress This is me, and I'm blessed This is me, and I'm blessed This is me, and I'm blessed This is me, and I'm blessed Anybody fightin' through the stress? Anybody fightin' through the—?

Every emotion been deprived Even my strong points couldn't survive If I didn't learn to love myself, forgive myself a hundred times, dawg