Relapse (Gift Raps)

Sit back and listen to a nigga spit crack
See this that shit that make a mutha fucka Relapse
The flow is gift wrapped and nestled under a tree
Like only once a year you'll find someone that's colder than me
Givin' a glimpse into the world that I'm in
Begin my mornings with a prayer end my nights with Amen
Still I sin, up again questioning all my wins
Like why ain't these blessings gettin' handed to my kin in the pin
(Think again)
Switch my thoughts up
I had to give them thots up
And focus on the green
Just like the tea that's up in Starbucks
I'm not the same ol' me that used to fiend for hoes to call up
I got a mini me so ain't no need to say I love ya
And checkin' my mentions
That ain't apart of my mission
I'm in the kitchen, cookin' itchin' for a star to diminish
Hope y'all listen to every sentence like a witness that's snitchin'
Ain't no liftin' it's God given Boobie Miles with the pivot
Shit, I'm gifted

And if the younger me could see me now, what would I think?
Swear I'm just tryna make my momma proud, will I succeed?

Stop jokin'
You not potent
You not Hova
Got no passion, ya knees rattling
You lack composure
You crossin' over into a genre, you hardly know her
Thinkin' you hot, but you really Pop not talkin' soda
Feel the top is gettin' closer
Won't stop and I'll never slow up
Got my dawgs by my side like a holster
And they all down to ride, Ima chauffeur
I ain't gettin send shots, Ima caller
Steady lyin' to these thots, Ima call ya
Really got numbers blocked by tomorrow
While they ask for some guap they can borrow
Please
Swear I do this shit with ease and competition I don't see
'Cause I get love in these streets
A, no C
It's plain to see, that we all got that Heat
Ready to fire at any city really thinkin shit sweet
Stop and Think
If Malcolm X had partnered with Martin King
Would they be better off or still ended up under them sheets?
Six feet deep, maybe the latter
But really all that matters is we got a choice to stick together rise just like a ladder
So fuck nigga let's get this dough
Could call it batter
Tell them hoes that we at the studio
Gon call em after I get done spittin this unholy flow
Call that a Rapture
Still givin niggas that pure Holy Ghost don't call me Casper
I mean, I'm kinda friendly
But please do not offend me
'Cause my family carry big arms, longer than Marcus Camby's
Might snap and straight forget been mixin liq' up with xannies
Try to tell em put em down when I'm around but they don't hear me, nah

And if the younger me could see me now, what would I think?
Swear I'm just tryna make my momma proud, will I succeed?
And if the younger me could see me now, what would I think?
Swear I'm just tryna make my momma proud, will I succeed?

Love You, Peace Out