Recovery

[Verse 1: Big Flock]

The devil on my back and he won't let a nigga breath
Got these demons in my room and they won't let a nigga sleep
Got these percs all in my system they won't let a nigga eat
And my baby mama she keep bitching she don't want a nigga to leave
I'm just trying to get my niggas all up out the streets
And niggas can't walk in my shoes cause I know they hurt your feet
I know when I die ya'll going to remember me
I know when I die that I'm gone die a G
And all these niggas trying to be like Glocka but they can't resemble me
My mama keep on stressing, she don't want to see her son [?]
Seeing blessings cause I know C. Diddy watching over me
But I see than Satan is controlling me
I ain't living life like I'm supposed to be
And all these pussy niggas wasn't there when a nigga had all them roaches in my food
And these bitches wasn't there to comfort niggas when I wasn't in the mood
Sleeping too uncomfortable
Cause a nigga comforter always full of tools
Ain't no choice, what a nigga supposed to do
Couldn't sit around with no attitude
Had to get off my ass, praying a nigga wouldn't crash out
[?] they ain't really with me, they just want to keep their hand out
But I was looking at it different, thought I was helping my man out
But she ain't never really [?] it was planned out
But see I got a plan now
And I was putting all these niggas on when a nigga wasn't even asking for a dime
And I just lost the love of my life when all she did was ask me for time
And Lauryn Hill said it best
When she told a nigga that the love was blind
I guess I was blind to the fact
That I couldn't take care of what was mine
Now all I ask do you [?]
This pain will [?] with this cigarette
Trying to figure out life still ain't get it yet
Got a couple niggas I ain't hit at yet