48 Bars

[Hook]
I got 48 bars, 'cause what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
I got 48 bars, what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
Bitch, I got 48 bars, what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
Huh, I got 48 bars, what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
Huh, real ones feel me

[Verse]
I used to lay awake at night with my bank account on negative
While corporates slept fine, drinking red wine on Pegasus
Quick to threaten my job without teaching what the lesson is
Would never take a step in my head to see what a mess it is
Note left on my door as my electrics getting cut off
Threatened the electric man and watched his ass run off
My homies thought it was funny thinking that I was punking him
But air conditioning for my kids is all that I wanted from him
Doing 70 hours a week, but after child support
I barely had table scraps, asked myself what I was trying for
To make my boss rich, while she sit on her asshole
Watching me busting my ass while she counted up the cashflow
Fighting my baby mama in court, just to see my kids
Judge was mad as fuck, I felt like no one knows what bleeding is
Felt suicidal, so I started taking medication
Switched to synthetic happiness from weed and meditation
Took a couple different scripts before they got it right
Felt like a guinea pig, but these days they call that life
My feelings plenty mixed between what is wrong and right
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to survive
Even though I was broke, I gave money to the needy
Sometimes I bought a 40 for 'em, God knows they need it
Sometimes a bottle of Tequila and a microphone
Will save your life, if depression's locked inside the chrome
I stayed in the courts, even though I was broke as fuck
Finally got custody of the few things in life I love
But I kept the door wide open for their mother
'Cause how can we get along if we cannot work with each other?
That's called compromise, A.K.A. swallowing pride
Put what's good for my kids above everything in my life
Now I'm working for myself and I'm doing okay
My sons have never been arrested, more than my parents can say
But I don't blame them for shit, I only blame myself
Learned from the scars I got from the flames in Hell
Now I'm floating on the water but the boat's like a bucket
But I'm proud of my castle of dirt I made out of nothing
I don't got the Midas touch, but I got something like it
Like art you can't put a price on when I start writing
A star you can't make a wish on when it's falling
Falling apart, tell me do you believe in the God?
Maybe start there, get in where you fit in park, right there
Surround yourself in light like you living in Times Square
So used to the dark, only light I'm used to is sparks
Crazy, the amount of damage stress can do to a heart
You either change the situation or become a victim of it
Now I see the dirt I did for stripes as dirt I did for nothing
The kids falling apart, somebody tell him that they love him
But it's too late, the world is too fake, he says "Fuck 'em"

[Hook]
I got 48 bars, 'cause what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
I got 48 bars, what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
Bitch, I got 48 bars, what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
Huh, I got 48 bars, what the fuck I'ma do with a 16?
Huh, real ones feel me