Hold Ya Head

I wake up early in the morning mind-state so military
Suckers fantasizing pictures of a young brother buried
Was it me the weed or this life I lead?
If daytime is for suckers then tonight we breathe
Out for all that
Knowing that this world bring drawbacks
Look how they shiver once I deliver these raw raps
Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black
Tonight we honor the dead those who won't be back
So if I die do the same for me shed no tears
An Outlaw thug living in this game for years
Why worry hope to god get me high when I'm buried
Knowing deep inside only a few love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How I live for my days as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast always get cash stay strong if we all mash
Hold your head
These felonies be like prophecies begging me to stop
Cause these lawyers getting money every time they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically suckers flee when they notice
Switched my name to Makaveli half the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows they froze
Now suckers idealize my chosen blows
More money means litigating
More player hating
Got a cell at the pen for me waiting is this my fate
Miss me with that mister meaner thinking me fall back
Never that too much tequila drinking we all that
Make them understand me
Hey I'll stay all night out with my posse
Everyone roll with me is family cause everybody’s got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in prison
Last week I got a letter from my road dog written in blood
Saying, "Please show a young player love"
Hold your head
God bless the child that can hold his own indeed
Enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy take the game from me
I hope for better days trouble comes naturally
Running from authorities till they capture me
And my aim is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right rest your head
Straight conversation all night bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass through the glass of my drop top rolls
Hold your head