Autobiography

Not only is this about eighty straight bars
Eighty plus even
This is some personal shit man
This is real life me so
If you didn't know about Bubba K, shit
Pay attention (Pay attention)

I had a shot for every step that I took and walked a mile
The journey Eddie Murphy I feel like the golden child
Behold the trials I passed and asked for tribulations
And now you have to gasp behind ya mask for stimulation
'Cause uh, you can't get it
From watching me suffer and get fucked up repeatedly
They played the field unevenly
That's why I gotta take the bank statements, let 'em buffer
Be a step-sugar daddy or a rich motherfucker
This life chose me, pain before the pleasure
Digging in the sand and rain in vain before the treasure
My hands is getting raw and my shovel is broke
And this grit in my mouth make it hard to tell jokes
But I still crack a smile every once in a while
I put my blood in my cup, my sweat and tears in a vial
I'll be damned if I cast my spell to send another to hell
'Cause I done been there before, I locked my heart in a cell
And that's a feeling I don't wish on the worst of my friends
I keeps it real to the day I pass away in Depends
Probably doesn't help my cause that I'm reckless as fuck
I keep the diamonds in my necklace and my weapons in trucks
I keep these hos at an arm's length away from me
'Cause all they do is take from me, stain my name, and play with me
They never learn or stay with me, but this shit ain't a game to me
Guess whoever with me when I'm blowin' gon' get paid with me
And that's the sad sad truth
As a younging all I had was pens, pads, and a booth
I got some Dutches in a bag in the back of the coupe
Finna pass 'em to the Dutchess man, she thicker than soup
When the Lord bless you, don't take it for cheap
I had it all in my hands 'til I sewed what I reaped
So, never take your pain and project it onto others
I built a wall in between every one of my lovers and myself
'Cause I ain't got no trust
It's never love, it's just lust, but it be happening much
Can this really be just? I'm steady dealing with these setbacks
I always get up but I can't even see the get back
At this point, everybody better than me
Looking down from they nose it's like whatever for me
'Cause when you get the same stares from the same people all of your life
You try to do right, I'm grinding like hard every night
But my flight never take off (No)
So I burn cookie I ain't talking 'bout no bake off (Yup)
Wish I had a sub coach Bubba need a breather
One more cold shoulder, shit I might just pull a heater
But I gotta keep composure, that's what they be telling me
This nigga in my conscience tryna make me catch a felony
He shiesty as fuck, petty, hateful, corrupt
That's why you only ever see him when my anger erupt
And even then, I still gotta keep the cap on
'Cause If I let the cap off, he take the gat and blast off
I just wanna marry her, make a life, and go to heaven
He just wanna bury them blazing flashes Mac elevens
How you take the evil inside and exercise it
Or keep it from arising, is death my only silence
I'm tryna keep my head but also tryna keep from violence
The last thing I need is angels singing and the sirens
Quiet
I never had respect for fucking liars, so why do I be lying
I'm damned but I be trying
So hopefully they see me and believe me
And forgive me for my sins and my defiance
I built up a reliance on the signs
God ain't say a word but he told me you were mines
Till I pushed you off the curb, hit reverse, and walked the line
I'm in a constant battle with my self-destructive tendencies
One-man war, I'm the ally and the enemy
How do I see victory honestly I'm lost
Gave too much to win and now I'm feeling all the cost
It's the paradox of sauce, price you pay to be the boss
Now I gotta go and get it out the sky like Randy Moss
I done fucked up a lot and never learned
I still take chances even though I've gotten burned
You may think that I'm a glutton, and it's pain that I desire
But all the strongest iron has been forged inside a fire