Prosthetics > Hand Outs

Wonder if I wake up too gone?
I’ve been on a fade for, too long
She not impressed
I seen you struggle to get outta bed
Ahhhh
Put up a fence
No one gettin over, hope you gettin right
Stay yourself I swear, that THAT was I’ll advice
Had to take a break
Hard to pray at night, ion know a god
Throwin cards like I’m gambit
Ain’t so far from where you landed, I swear
Picture perfect, her anatomy rare
Had a verse
Wasn’t fucking widdit at the moment, grow to what you gotta be, yeah!
Nigga’s change face
Been an ambu black op
Had to hit the 5, up north to branch out
Hands down nigga, I’m the hardest you da the fan now
Rather have a prosthetic? Then to get a hand out; BITCH
What I roll, cost in commas The bigger picture, is
Casablanca
Had a 45
It was scratched, gave it back almost caught some problems
If
Cancer was a nigga
I’d shoot his face off
The way
Of the life, with a child
Gotta wait for em
Just to move on, they aint faithful
I done seen, bodies in the graveyard
I cannot take more