This one help me quit that one,
Take a big hit son,
Take a fat one,
Blow your lungs out,
And your back son,
I was out to the store.
Now I’m back son,
It’s been a long drought,
Got your pockets out,
Looking for a hand son,
Life ain’t give me one,
And if you think
imma be yours,
I’ll be damned son,
You gotta have a plan son,
Figure out
Where you tryna land son,
Get too comfortable,
Life will give you a slap son

Shocked awake,
Every bit,
All you can take,
All you can fake,
All you can tolerate,
You got somethin to say?
Before it’s
Gone, too late,
Gone, too late,
Gone, too late,
Gone, too late

I needed your guidance, father,
Not your finances, father,
I got my own seed money,
I dug it out the earth and gully,
Don’t bother, it’s not what I’m after,
I’m no bully, I don’t kick down, only,
Punch up, father,
Life slapped me indeed,
I just punched harder,
Half the time at air,
Driving impaired,
Jesus take the steering wheel,
You weren’t there father,
I crawled farther,
No ill will I harbor,
I’ll heal at my own altar.


[Chopped and Screwed Vocals]

They say it's tuff luv, luv
Ugh, huh, huh,
yak yak yak yak yak

(They say it's tuff luv, luv
Ugh, huh, huh,
yak yak yak yak yak)

((They say it's tuff luv, luv
Ugh, huh, huh,
yak yak yak yak yak))