Guilt Trip

Time; relative when the stars align
 Feel like my heart'll fall out of line
 Money and murder all on my mind
 I pull up eradicate on a dime
 When I die I want all my words in a shrine
 Bury me 20 feet under pyramids
 I don't know where my fear is
 Only feeling with God, elevating my spirit
 All hail the divine
 If I knew betta' Beretta, my life
 Isn't a product of many high nights
 Riddle with sins in your mind, I
 If I don't get glory what is your life, like
 Bane in my reflection, plans for you before momma had c-section
 Plans for you before daddy was finessin'
 All of your dreams mesh with mine
 Many children alike, I
 Fillin' my voids with worldly pleasures
 What is success, why do I measure?
 Physical gain max the pressure
 I'mma need a 745 dripped in leather
 Paradise hundred mill, kodak perfect weather
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 If I could be anything in this world it'd be free
 I'm feelin' like Duckworth, I know it must hurt
 Whenever my pride clings, all of my lies sink
 Validity opera, all the impostors
 I don't know the meaning of living inside the moment
 Forsake gratitude often, I condone it
 I am only human, God knows my components
 Eyes in the mirror look at my opponent
 Kill a hundred rappers, I send my condolences
 This a figment of my imagination
 I don't know if I deserve the admiration
 These days know you gotta bring half the patience
 I remember when i was desperate had to make it
 Bleed to set this feed my restless need to impeach my precious sense of self
 The feeling of need more to be more
 Devil and God on a seesaw
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 I know yeah, I know it's wrong
 Whoa whoa whoa whoa
 Like my girl Lisa Raye do
 Make money but don't ever let it make you
 Every day, I wake up, brush my teeth and pray to Jesus
 Got some L's on me but I'm mouthin' with my angel
 Back when momma had a pool with us
 Had me singin' more than new edition
 Waitin' on my daddy like a new subscription
 North shore, daddy had a new prescription
 Damn
 Fast forward, nigga fast forward
 Them bus tickets turn to passports
 I don't touch the the stage unless it's cash forward
 Credit buildin' but I still pay cash for it
 Swear my girl won't ever take a week off
 Make love then it's lemon pepper chicken with the sweet sauce
 Educated plus she got like three jobs
 Told me what I look like being Wozniak to Steve Jobs
 I might fuck around and be my best me
 New jack city flat top like I'm Wesley
 One day mama wouldn't dread me
 Too afraid them popo would arrest me
 1997 pray for new elevens
 Came back with the checks and nigga started stressin'
 'Round the same time Wallace went to heaven
 I was learning all my lessons but forgot to count my blessings