Where do I begin with 'where you been?'s and 'where the music at?'s,
I'm trynna prove to cats that I'm the dawg Vanilla Vick's can't catch,
I'm trynna Buda-pester all these ho's and tell 'em I'm the best,
Trynna fool investors til they money's something I caress,
Not profesh,
Tell a manager to give my dick a rest,
Know me as the polished, honest kid,
So what could I confess?
Death beneath these eyes is no surprise to those who know me best,
But trynna ask about me for a gotchya, get ya ass depressed,
Boy, my AKA's was double digits before Milicic,
'03 Draft, bloodline is the Flash,
That's why the 3 the set,
God Did - ask me, "Who is Khaled?",
Because WE the best,
And any type of contrary belief ain't hit my mosque of yet,
Master? Yes - of my own domain,
Ain't have a massa yet,
But for the ones who did, I give my skin til we get back the debt,
Asking 'bout a loan as if my soul ain't pay it back in flesh,
Just trynna buy a home,
But I get stoned each time they credit check...


How do I admit I'm still in love with who I left, but yet,
Never wanna see they ass again because of how it went?,
That's a lie,
If we link tonight, I still got passion left,
To whisper in her ear like, "damn, this shit is still so fuckin' wet,"
Met a couple girls online,
But always meet a disconnect,
Every time I meet a girl in person,
That's just money spent,
How can I believe in things with no real definition yet,
Can find the doubt in me each time I need to take a bigger step?,
Money, money, money on my mind,
But can't get me in check,
The discipline I had went up in smoke the day my Granny left,
[I'm] handling the stress by blowing checks on UberEats & sex,
Except the sex is free,
Cause it's just me & pics somebody sent,
How can I,
Look you in the eye & never come correct?,
I gotta give my best 'cause any less would just be disrespect,
To Mama & Your Honor & Who Ever Judge Me After This,
Cause after this,
I'm hoping my behavior make some kind of sense...


How can I relate to anyone who ain't been through this shit?,
Cause in this shit,
Even daily showers can't remove the stench,
I'm "who is this?!,"
If they roam terrain without acknowledgment,
Cause honestly, respect's the only currency I'm dying with,
I am IT,
[But] wouldn't pick a clown to be the face of this,
Cause God & Pope's know the weakest link is where Defiance is,
Eyeing this,
Beautiful young lady, maybe Heaven sent,
Sitted in a dress that God had sewn to be her perfect fit,
And perfect is, nothing I had known til knowing she exists,
So isn't this,
Everything I'm told to not let slip my grip?,
A chance at happiness, that only happens if I take a risk?,
Watch me take a swing,
And make it sing like boys who trip & snitch,
This is it,
Days before I get on that "I told you" shit,
Days before amazing & a week before my greatest trick,
Moments before everything in my life takes a major shift,
Moments before tragedy, I'm happy you can witness it.