Tale of Two Cities

Money don't Answer yo' questions or make sure you straight the next 24 Funny though How it can feel when you asking questions you already know Run it up Make sure that I can purchase all the things that I wanted for Uptempo Scottie Pippin how I be in Chicago I'm 1-0 Season opener don't miss this Bob Sanders with the big hits I am more than just a misfit Rapper, producer like Big K.R.I.T Bitch I'm winning this is Kismet Finally run with the big kids Finally running up digits I can finally ball on Christmas And come with something for my family I be over the treetops and the canopy When I'm thinking back to them Double 8 trips When we was stealing shit in backpacks I could never waste this Moment reflecting on past acts Halfway thru past that I keep it moving like a halfback Credit transaction no cash back They gon' put my face on rap snacks They gon' put me in a sprite ad They gon' hand me fucking Grammys Fly me out and plus a flight back I'ma be all that I can be A winter soldier, how I give it over I am Adrian Peterson, Minnesota MacGyver can't stop it, I'm finna blow up The upcoming rapper you didn't know of For all that shit he talking boy he must be paid For all these busters talking shit, this what we say Come and get it if you fucking with it Mental state is fucked, I do admit it Indianapolis, Indiana Out in Chicago I really miss it Maybe I miss how it was when I was just one of them cubs, ay Or maybe I miss how it was when none of my people was selling no drugs, ay Four, five, six, seven bands I'm trapping music outta neverland In the middle of the midwest Doing everything I said I'd plan Doing everything I ever can Capture it, capture it, capture it Always tryna be a better man Factor the flack of immaculate, ay In the nap when I was 18 I fell in love wit a bad bitch Yesterday I turned 21 Lost my baby on some sad shit Constantly thinking past tense Having trouble getting past this So I wrote this album for therapy Just be aware of me working on mad shit For a couple months I really lost my way 'Cause in and outta crisis, always price to pay A tale of these two cities, really I could run all day With a broken soul and some hope for gold, bitch you can run my fade