Retrospect

It's hard to find
A new wrong to be making right
Been honoring what I say
It's been calm moving thru the night

In my palm is a certain fate
In the other a frickin light
Any muthafucker
That phase me
Is getting in a fight

That said I move calmly
It's awfully serene

We could sit talk
No barking to me

Higher rank than a monarch
Imma king
With a darker face than
A couple people ever seen

And if I ever have some won't leave my sons
If I said it I'm done don't need bad love
Ain't I better now
Some won't see that's them
Bet I sweat it out son
On me that's done

I knew it's was gon take me a while
In retrospect
Ain't no way you getting out
Except your best

I been making friends
Getting up my bands
I been making plans
I been making stans

My brudda whip a Benz
I wonder where he been
I wonder where I go
Know I can't see my end

Ohh

I try to keep it silent when I'm baking
The fruits of all my labor in the making
I'm tryna feed the fucking village baby
Could you just be the one I call my lady

I tried to pick the pocket of the country
He turned and said man I ain't got it on me
If you meet me you might just think I'm funny
It's prolly just the pack you smelling from me