Time; relative when the stars align

Feel like my heart′ll fall out of line

Money and murder all on my mindI pull up eradicate on a dime

When I die I want all my words in a shrine

Bury me 20 feet under pyramids

I don't know where my fear is

Only feeling with God, elevating my spirit

All hail the divine

If I knew betta′ Beretta, my life

Isn't a product of many high nights

Riddle with sins in your mind, I

If I don't get glory what is your life, like

Bane in my reflection, plans for you before momma had c-section

Plans for you before daddy was finessin′

All of your dreams mesh with mine

Many children alike, I

Fillin′ my voids with worldly pleasures

What is success, why do I measure?

Physical gain max the pressure

I'mma need a 745 dripped in leather

Paradise hundred mill, kodak perfect weather

I know yeah, I know it′s wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I know yeah, I know it's wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I know yeah, I know it′s wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I know yeah, I know it's wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

If I could be anything in this world it′d be free

I'm feelin' like Duckworth, I know it must hurt

Whenever my pride clings, all of my lies sink

Validity opera, all the impostors

I don′t know the meaning of living inside the moment

Forsake gratitude often, I condone it

I am only human, God knows my components

Eyes in the mirror look at my opponent

Kill a hundred rappers, I send my condolences

This a figment of my imagination

I don′t know if I deserve the admiration

These days know you gotta bring half the patience

I remember when i was desperate had to make it

Bleed to set this feed my restless need to impeach my precious sense of self

The feeling of need more to be more

Devil and God on a seesaw

I know yeah, I know it's wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I know yeah, I know it′s wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I know yeah, I know it's wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I know yeah, I know it′s wrong

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Like my girl Lisa Raye do

Make money but don't ever let it make you

Every day, I wake up, brush my teeth and pray to Jesus

Got some L′s on me but I'm mouthin' with my angel

Back when momma had a pool with us

Had me singin′ more than new edition

Waitin′ on my daddy like a new subscription

North shore, daddy had a new prescription

Damn

Fast forward, nigga fast forward

Them bus tickets turn to passports

I don't touch the the stage unless it′s cash forward

Credit buildin' but I still pay cash for it

Swear my girl won′t ever take a week off

Make love then it's lemon pepper chicken with the sweet sauce

Educated plus she got like three jobs

Told me what I look like being Wozniak to Steve Jobs

I might fuck around and be my best me

New jack city flat top like I′m Wesley

One day mama wouldn't dread me

Too afraid them popo would arrest me

1997 pray for new elevens

Came back with the checks and nigga started stressin'

′Round the same time Wallace went to heaven

I was learning all my lessons but forgot to count my blessings