For Granted

Awww Mann
It's FEAR
Yeeeaaa
I was talking to this young Nxggas man
And I swear it was like I was looking in the mirror
He said If you die they can cry but just don't make 'em the victim
The bad pup found his way out the kennel
The black sheep done made his way out the middle
He find peace rapping on instrumentals
They say he need therapy for the shxt he done been thru
Why speak when nobody can hear
It's like tryna let ya feelings circulate without nobody to vent too
They want ya love like ya hearts on the menu
The problem child made a way for his feelings but he still need spiritual healing
Damaged and broken but its hard for his pride to admit it
Why should he tell you all his problem you ain't helping him with it
Seen his dawg get his chicken fried he walk with his biscuit
Don't really speak about his pain but its tough to forget it
His family ain't the same so he keeping his distance
But he don't play bout his brovas and sistas
He completing the mission

His pop sick and he cant even see him
Issues with his girl for some reason he keep saying he need her
And his brovas booked that took a toll on his life
His opps spinning so he clutching on that pole every night
He rather catch a body before he fight for his life
Cause where I'm from it can happen at a blink of an eye
If he up it he gone dump it he ain't letting you slide
He got booked he came home he still letting it fly
Tryna take risks and prosper sent him back to the trap
Same hoes that wasn't writing hopped back on his dick
He seen a snake kill a snake for tryna snake em can you imagine that
Crazy how easy it is to adapt to ya habitat
Broke stomach touching his back he wasn't having that
Shots from this pump his lungs like a heart attack
Battle that
Mmmmm Awwwww
I can't even explain right now the things
That I took for granted

It may cost you a lil
It May cost a lot
Not materials like a watch
Or a chain yo cop'd
I'm talkin bout life decisions
An whether you gone make 'em or not
It's gone cost
Life ain't got no receipts
You can't exchange what you bought
Mistakes you make along the way
You do yo best avoid em
More or less can't afford em
But eventually get what you paid for em
I Gotta break it down fa da niggas that don't get it
Decisions is like money
An the cost is the shit that came wit it
Say fa instance my nigga
Caught a charge got acquitted
Came home and got right back to bidness
Out here masked up swinging poles like he fencing
The cost of that decision
Could have his ass caught up in the system
Then them lawyers get expensive
The type of time they given is extensive
He ain't ever coming home it's a run on sentence
It's never ending
The streets jus don't come wit convictions
This shit is wicked
You rather b the villain or the victim
My dawg ain't get the chance to pick which
One he wanted, niggas from around the corner
Rolled up on em
And then up'd the pole on em
Now a son cant see his daddy fa Christmas
Who gone tell him he ain't coming to get em, or even visit
Take time out jus to spend some time wit em
Immortalized on shirts an pictures
he hurt n he miss em
That's tough on the heart
He been crying a lot lately can't hold in his feelings
Gotta be careful cause nowadays everything a COVID symptom
Who gone show em how to load the pistols
So if niggas ever trippin'
Then they get they grits cooked that instant
Who gone show em how to spot the fake shit from a distance
Tell em keep his blade sharp as his mental
Then explain that runnin' game an giving game is different
Two ears an one mouth
For you to speak a lot less than u listen
People make shit out to b what it isn't
4 Attention
Ain't no limit on the shit that they'll do jus to get it
Focus mainly on the facts
Could Give a fuck bout opinions
Don't believe the consensus
All men not dogs an all women ain't bitches
Figure out if you alive or you living
An it ain't how you start. It's how you finish
Sometimes the bad stories have the best endings
But It's none a dat, every month jus a couple racks
But you think he'd rather have his daddy back or flex wit his pension
Shit is ridiculous