IDK Y

Making sure there's no regrets in the afterlife
Put some quench in the appetite
The little things that you didn't factor right
That blow up in your face
Saw the cobra in a snake
Wondering how much mo we supposed to take
Yah slow to motivate
Quick to criticize
Road to success is gonna be more than a minute ride
Swerve to the express lane
See who ride or die when that check came
And who falsified
Essex county like a high speed chase
Had to escape the dark clouds for Pete sake
He in the bread chopped onion like a cheesesteak
He had real nigga quotes but he seem fake
Keep it pushing no lamass class
Pick myself up when I was down bad
Back to the bag
Currency exchanges
Yah fluttery evasive
I rather face the spliff
Funny style niggaz try to pass you laced w shit
More money more murder more case dismissed
I chase a dollar well before I try to chase a chick

And idk y
It's like I'm trynna fuck
1,000 bitches before I die
And I Love to get High
But not too stuck
See the signs like I know it's my time

Shitty streets of New York
Man mentally drained
Lost his marbles tried to make sense on the train
Yellin n spittin make repentance and change
Hard on the corner
Cried when the sentencing came
He took a bad batch
Now he sleeps in the park
This life ain't for the feeble of hearts
That could've been me
The sneakiest part
Living check to checkers
Eat dinner and try to save the rest for breakfast
They try to steal your black joy
Wasn't playing bout his food so he packed toys
But when you live by the firearm
Die by the firearm
Dealt w this shit in silence so they call the quiet storm
Respect the block
Record pops
Metal rip the skin you gon need more than a tetanus shot
You gon need more than a doc ock
Watch ya life slippin countin it down just like a stop watch

And idk y
It's like I'm trynna fuck
1,000 bitches before I die
And I Love to get High
But not too stuck
See the signs like I know it's my time