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Alright, Mr. Avila, thank you for coming here today
I see you're already laying down pretty comfortable
So, uh, we can get started
Real quick, just let me know what's been going on in your mind

I write these songs to get my problems solved
The studios the shrink, I'm here often, sometimes awfully long
Deep breaths, I use the weed smoke as my oxygen
Strolling through my thoughts again, you high? bitch, I'm hardly gone
Used to live my life behind the camera, like Freddie
Now I run the web like I'm the one who put iCarly on
Now my team is focused on the Benjis, and we moving mafioso
Like we all from the Corleone
I need my life to be so simple
My only stress is which mic I'll record me on
Pick and choose my own battles
But lately, snakes have got me rattled up
See it all through all angles
Cut the scene, we don't need extras, got it all handled
Moving with degenerates, yes man, we all vandals
Tell me follow laws, but what's the word when the law scandals
Fuck it, they fired, entire board canceled
Yeah, huh

Mischievous impulses, veins filling up with cold blood
Memories when I was broken, who was there to show love
Despicable to family till my homies came and rolled up
Taught me that you gotta get it, don't let it get stolen

Fuck that hoe, don't let her get ahead, show her no love
Split the bread like cold cuts, keep the door shut, need more guts
When walking through the neighborhood, don't show nothing
Leave the butter home and keep the guns by your lower stomach
Real recognize real, fakes will overlook the summit
Keep the heat on low and don't you overcook the product
Let the money hide and seek, don't you go spending on Prada
Emotions keep you weak, mindfulness will get you farther
Mom was suicidal, had to be my own father
Since a youngin' had my worries harbored
Man of the house, since my dad was pick and choosing
A happy family, man, that shit just an illusion

Know the problem with you lil' niggas
You think you know everything about the damn world
You don't know shit
I see you got yourself a little business going

Well, that's good, that's good
You make that paper
But when you making paper, you gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter

There are two types of niggas in this world
There are niggas with guns and niggas with butter