Wine & Spirits

[Intro]
So much pain in this fucking beat

[Verse 1]
At times I’m looking at the sky tryna search for a sign (hello)
Praying for my youngin as he take care his moms
Youngin 17 and been hit 22 times
Nigga couldn’t go to prom cuz he got opps on his mind
I can’t respect the OGs because they feeding him lies (that's cap)
How you taking all the fish and just leave em a pond (how)
Instead you left the youngins ladders what they gon do climb
How they talking boss shit but not giving out jobs
I get where meek was coming from but he was out of the lines (way out)
Fuck getting signed when all friends keep dying (on God)
I ain’t dissing not at all dawg just speaking my mind but its easy to tweet some shxt that you ain’t in in real time
I’m not a street nigga
But I be in these streets nigga (I do)
Never seen shit swept in the grass after beef nigga
Only ash to ash dust to dust rest in peace scriptures
When all the pain hit ya
What is yo elixir (what is it)
Pain and steel reserve dawg that's one hell of a mixture
My youngin said the reason he don’t comment on my pictures is cause you ain't tryna lift us the same way they tryna lift us
That hit me different (a fresh white tee tye died by some scissors)

[Hook]
My OG sat me down and told me this the way of life
The game gon be the game nigga you just gotta play it right
Bitches gon work ya nerves end of the day but they gon stay the night
Long as ya money right pipe

[Verse 2]
These days I spend my nights in my mind (on God)
Empty bottle of wine crib smelling like pine (facts)
Missing calls on the daily been neglecting the line I let it ring so they don't even think I'm hitting decline
I know (I know)
I know my niggas growing tired as I'm
Going through some shit where I can't think about rhymes (I am)
And deep down I haven't figured out why
I'm still praying for my ex off of the the strength of my mom
But dog I figured I'd try (I guess)
My fingers still crossed for these invisible bonds (they are)
In the land of nowhere looking for keys I won't find (too far)
Thoughts louder than the sour diesel easing my mind
Keeping track of everybody who been crossing the line
Watching me hold it down like anchors but ain't pass the baton (yes God)
The only thing that's passing is time
I can't sit around expecting God to send me a sign
I gotta get up on my grind so I can give Him a why

[Hook]
My OG sat me down and told me this the way of life
The game gon be the game nigga you just gotta play it right
Bitches gon work ya nerves end of the day but they gon stay the night
Long as ya money right and you can lay the pipe
Either way but you gon pay the price