Word To My Uncle Walter (Extended Version)

[Intro]
When I was a sinner, I was saint
And I was proud to be a sinner, I was
[?]
They wanna be truthful to one another
[?] righteous
[?] righteous
Amen
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
Under pressure, I overdo it
Most the niggas that's makin' excuses, ain't no excuses
Still pull up to a crib with a tool like it's home improvement
Still feel these rappers' new shit just sound like my older music, been goin' through it
But everything ain't public, that ain't the way they love it
Like why say dunk it just to let Dwyane Wade judge it?
Fuck it, holdin' my daughter on my fathеr shit
Just put her to sleep and she woke up soon as I startеd this
You don't know how hard it is
When you on your last and your brother's in need of all of it
But you never tell him you hurtin', you just go on with it
Knowin' he'll do the same for me if I put on them kicks
Mamba mentality, still I feel like I need more assists
Forever accomplished, devil's accomplice
Fell in the mosh pit, dead all the gossip
Knowin' they don't usually enjoy different
Just stay out that boy business, boy, listen

[Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid]
And I just got off tour with my niggas
Got one hotel room, in any city ask how I slept on the floor without trippin'
I let the homies get the bed, it was all for the mission
Me comfortable while they uncomfortable's a horrible feeling
When you sacrificin' by example, they call you the realest
That old [?][1:35], I talk how I'm livin'
Fans see me outside of the venue, I'm parkin' the Sprinter
Sherv held me down all through December, what's on the agenda?
I talk to my son like Mufasa was talkin' to Simba
Before I'm thrown off of this cliff and I'm far from my endin'
Still, I'm cryin' for answers
Uncle Walter became a preacher a while ago
All these years he been dyin' from cancer
And that type of news'll kill a vibe
I bought his first book, the memories, I memorized
Yeah, but uncle say that's between him and God
My mom's gotta plan his funeral while he's still alive, damn
While he's still alive
You ever try to rap a verse, but you finna cry?
You ever pray on somebody death, but they didn't die yet?
Out of life experience, fuckin' with your inner pride
Stress, this girl I used to date committed suicide
Later on, I bumped into her mom, she hugged me in a room and cried
The next thing you know, we fuckin', do you know what's goin' through my mind?
Let's keep that between you and I, damn

[Verse 3: Derez De’Shon]
Do you know how it feel popping a whole pill bottle?
Hoping the day will end the problem
But you're still here tomorrow
Suicidal for real
Tried to tell 'em but they ain't wanna hear about it
I don't rap about pain to make the people feel something
I rap about [?] let the people know what's real 'bout me
I rap about pain 'cause it for real and I got real problems
I rap about pain 'cause I still got pain that still bothers me
Like [?] leave me alone
Like [?] leave me all alone
Dealing with [?] on my own

[Verse 4]
I'm killing shit, hoping I don't get brought up a murder case
These niggas tell it, these niggas [?], these niggas ain't gangsta
These niggas scary, these niggas act like they really banging
These niggas [?] I swear this shit gettin' brazy
Hit 'em up, gun 'em down
If it was ever fuck 'em then, it's fuck 'em now, yeah
Real niggas showing up unannounced (Yeah)
Still say fuck the fame, fuck the clout, yeah
Stand for something, fall for nothing, yeah
Me, I run a lot of shit, you just run your mouth, yeah
Hated how that pain felt but I love it now, yeah
And I still [?]
Yeah, yo