Flip A 21

I been living in life
But I’m a feeling knife
Put some salt in my wounds
Like the Cajun in rice

I know a homie on lean
He like to mix it with sprite
I’m tryna give him some sight
Maybe lead Him to Christ

Why the evils in the world wanna hoe me
And control me
Dont console me
Wanna turn me to the old me

Got a sister tryna tell her
Told me "show me"
Ima fight to live a life
So when she see me
Spirit glowing
Baa I’m overflowing!

Told my Nigha
"Think I need a make a PAC song"
All this garbage in the food
Need my crops grown

Feel a hole by my foot
Need my socks sown
All these snakes like to talk
Get they tops blown

I’m that lil Nigha momma moved to Broussard
We ain’t alot of nothing made my speech hard
We be hungry so we get it then we feast on
You’ll never catch me slipping me and my daughter Seesawing

Go the hardest
Go the farthest
Grow a garden
"Gain a harvest nigha"

Poor and poorer
Proud and Prouder
It annoy us
What the taught us nigha?

Cooking kitchen
Our tradition
Pay a lawyer
"Dog they caught us nigha"

Room we in it
20 sentence
Momma yelling
Fought and lost it nigha

Who the heartest nigha?
Me...

Pardon me
I be feeling myself when I'm on a beat
Lines spiky like cleats
My nighas told me "it’s heat"

If we battle I'm winning
Because my voice is a cheat
Just mind ya business and keep it moving
Or... meetcha defeat

I'm the soy on the seed
Yea I be dripping in speech
Not an inventible breed
It ain’t no copying T

Talking straight to the point
It ain’t no figure of speech
I got the Jazz in my soul
Solidified "it’s indeed"

I can really give damn about a hater
Cause they dont know the real me when im in prayer
Momma missing from the earth whole crater
Heard my exe was tryna reach
Told my wife bae slay her!

Lord...
Can I dwell inside the heavens witcha/with you
What about my brother he a felon can I place him witcha
If I sketch the truth give me patience when I paint the picture
Money ain't bout nothing so I'm praying make my spirit richer

I can get all the dough
But want my family to live
Money come money go
But can I stay with my kid?

Can I stay with my rib?
I pray I got it to give
Put some care in my body
So I ain't reckless ouchea

Lost my uncle to rocks
And lost a friend to a Glock
You know them cops circle the blocks
Tryna gather a flock
Kill us all
Spill the blood and tell the coroner mop
ClicK, claK, pop, pop, another coroner stop

We use 2 smoke on the roof
And hit licks in the week
Then my cousin got laced
And now we hardly speak

All these games they playing
And it get harder to cheat
All these missing eyes
"Nigha it's gettin harder to see"

I️ ain’t walking in this world with no protection
Got a weapon in a weapon manifesting
Many trials in my life turned ta blessings
This music counseling me
This is my session Kalani (engineer)
(Whoo)

I pray I never have take a life or take a son
I pray I never have a choose to run or raise a gun
The dealer dealt a deck of cards
Do I hit this one?
I bet the house ga try ta play me

Flip a 21 nigha