Mortal Man

Chinks in my armor
I'm still going hard ma
My homies just died
Excuse me if my song cry

It's been a hard year for the family
It's been a hard year understanding
Everything that glitter ain't gold my niggas
They want us all sitting in a hole my nigga

I know I know
But I be damn if I get up
And go that's a no
I just need a way to settle the score

For the bro
My heart hurt
My eyes red
Teary eyed and they sore

I got myself a whole 5th I'ma pour
Henny nigga, Oh
I been feeling pain but yo mama dawg
And I got the words I been tryna dog

It's you and wop forever and I promise yall
Tears in my eyes men don't cry
So I'm loading my gun
It's an eye for an eye nigga

A mortal man a mortal man
I faced all my problems with a gun in hand
I know real Gz I know real pz
A mortal man a mortal man

I faced all my problems with a gun in hand
They hated on jesus
And me I'm just a mortal man
Damn
I did everything I thought was right

And still got it wrong
Put 2 cents in
Went broke now I'm gone
Back to the drawing board

Back to the wall
Back to the downs
The ups they were small
Got jumped 1 on 1s
Gang bang I'm involved

Hit the county
Squabble up read lit fuck em ball
Release date brack guarantee we going off
Paid dues & fees
Paid the cost to be the boss

Now I'm
Pickin up the pieces where I left em
They wouldn't do me right so I left em
Scantron shit imma check em
You gotta want it every single second

So I swallowed my pride
God on my side and this 9 is 2
Let a bitch nigga try it
Put the weight on yo ass
Like you bad at a diet

And niggas been dying over pride
A mortal man a mortal man
I faced all my problems with a gun in hand
I know real Gz

I know real Pz
A mortal man a mortal man
I faced all my problems with a gun in hand
They hated on jesus

And me I'm just a mortal man
Damn
I was starving no job
Just a grind for the music

Doing everything I can just to prove it
Losing more on what I spend
Spending more than what I'm making
And motherfucker saying have patience

I was down broke on my ass
Trying pass a rapper
The passion for the game ain't a factor
I was going in for the dollars

Fuck a friend fuck a potna
Disputes with my moms
Saying fuck my baby momma
Cause my baby need everything

And I ain't got shit
Put it all on the line
I had to hang my clothes with
All this shit up on my plate

You couldn't microwave this
I stood in the kitchen
With my apron on bitch
And I

Turned the heat up with the pressure
Use my energy like Tesla
The game got rules it'll test ya
Make it all seem tough

Life precious
A mortal man