What Can You Say

My name it’s self, is my truth
Washing down my pain, wit sum smoke & some Vuve
We ain’t have a clue, just knew to turn 1 to 2
Lost my dawg to them peoples, he still fighting for a truce
22 that magic number
I done been around some summers
Gas prices sky high, you can barely feed the runners
Call my youngin for special teams
I gotta keep a gunner
He clutching on on 3rd & long
Just waiting for me to punt it
Rap niggas steady stuntin, different cities, posting money
Straight lunching, that’s pointing killer bees, to the honey
Watching these junkies, got me blessd I been a hunter
Learn from seeing my mova
Make miracls, through the struggle
Damn I love her, I’m writing this now, on a flight to see my brova
& my newly born niece, got me back hungry
Niggas in trouble, I caught fire, like spydah Mitchell in the bubble chasing
them sacks young, My rookie year they had to double
(Hook)