Advice and a Price

Yeah
Uh
You know
I still remember what it was like to be in your arms
And I know you would've never been able to come up
With the thought that I would be spittin' these bars
And that's alright
Because I still remember those nights
when I was fighting for my life
Age of eight encountered a knife
Realizing everybody comes with advice and a price
To be precise which part of the story would you like
And as you pick I would like to advise that you ain't gonna hear it twice

Cause you still hooked on my old story
Back in them days when I was basking in old glory
I don't mean to impose but that's what all your old whores told me
And it's funny because I still picture to be ever so holy

But something in that pictures missing
Never thought I would become a victim of your dissin'
After seeing so much of my own blood drippin'
and meeting so many niggas willin' to put a clip in

Thats why I remain hidden

Hidden from sight
Like as if these bars ain't hittin' right
But even your best friends been telling me that I've been spitting tight
So why have you
Been getting tight over what I say in the booth
I know that you've been giving me likes and been watchin' the way I move