As My Witness

When I talk about what means something they say that I'm depressed
When I talk about what means nothing they say it's not my best
They ain't impressed with the way I dress
Or the way I vest up with an aim to invest
Played the best, saved the best, gave the best, made and blessed
With a cool ass flow for these women
Lord knows I ain't got money
Life really don't sting that much when the bee's are full of honey
And that's a metaphor for a drinking problem
Call it a fan, call it robbing
Nobody buy my shit, why do I supply that shit
Why do I even write this shit I don't like this shit
But I fight for it
Left hand on the bible I'd lie for it
I would die for it, and I've cried for this
This given, God given, this my ability to be different
Given, self given, this my pass to fuck all these women
She in class but fuck for a living
Swear to god these hoes be tripping
I don't know what they be sipping
I don't know what they be ripping
Maybe the key for that existence is a lot of weed and persistence
But the key to my existence is consistency in my business

As my witness
God as my witness
As my witness
Me and my bitches
Ride around to my own shit
Ride around to that grown shit
It's the one that I'm gone with
Took your bitch and I'm gone hit
Fuck your girl to my own shit
Might fuck your girl to my own hits

Do I really want to feel that, love
If I'm only gone feel that, pain
Do I ever want to lift that, weight
If I'm never gone see that, gain
Not afraid to reveal the real feelings
This shit I talk could heal millions
They don't want to hear what I really been through
So I just tell them what girls I been in to
Ride around with the gang in the rental
The bank on empty it got me going mental
Matter fact the tank is on empty and we ain't got enough to fill it
So we in the curb parked, raps in the back of the car hoping that enough gone feel it
Pass that weed every time we kill it
Pass that weed I'm a hit the ceiling
I'm down with the nightlife
Stay up with the bright lights
Right now feed the mind right
Make money when the time right
And never split that shit
Independent, the only way I get that shit
Independent, you ain't never been that shit
There's way too many witnesses to your business

They in your business
As my witness
Just, me and my bitches
Ride around to my own shit
Ride around to that grown shit
It's the one that I'm gone with
Took your bitch and I'm gone hit
Fuck your girl to my own shit
Might fuck your girl to my own hits

Thinking about my mind so gone
I don't wanna feel what I already had
I want my demons to pack their bags
Cause I don't want to seem like I'm always mad
I came from dishes with the rag
And now my bitches pose in magazine
We already had life bad but critic always want to know how bad I mean
I was starving, no money, can't eat shit and you are full of anxiety
Throat tight and I can't even ride the beat
How the fuck I expect them to ride with me
Family don't want to provide to me, can't rely on me, I ain't built for this
Filthy but trying to be filthy rich
On a guilty trip and it will kill me quick and that is dangerous
We ain't really rhyme for nobody, nobody want to pay for us
They still say rap ain't a place for white
And I'm still trying to break that box for life
Love, I don't believe in that until three oh five when she needing that
Room three oh, keys beneath the matt
I'll be over please believe in that as my witness