WATCH MY STEP

(Cunny beef, something, kidding me?) Watch my step, weaving through the mines, steady hand to kill as I'm inclined Dare to tell the truth through the lies I can't help but see the you inside me, know you love to talk in subtext I'm not so good at reading between the lines Voice of reason speaking to remind you, just another child that survived I'm in that temple bussing at the rafters To pills to swallow like the mornings after, kiss it 'til she raw to the touch again I can't tell the tone when she laughing Learned my lesson, gambling with the past The F&N, the money, and the mattress, Brodie couldn't stomach the repast Never fully processed all the passings Looking like I'm how to cauterize the wound in this liquor Plots could thicken, but my skin thicker, hopscotching sand-drawn lines I ain't felt this way in some time Son, he take the shade with the shine, though Heavy head of shame for my sorrows, momma sensing pain in my eyes I just can't complain, that's my problem, some'll jam, gun in hand Duffel bag, run that back and tell me 'bout it Overstretched rubber bands, couple bands all in ones, a healthy balance Four niggas, three beams, two limping, same scene, sound familiar? By your own Mickey D, nine-year-old Green beans, mind your own Branded booties, percocet Kel Tecs, grabba crumbs, dusty counters I'm slow to love, hard to feel Hardly off of DND like "Where is Asha?" Cold feeling, smoke screens, hazy 'partment Exit fees, past November Old feelings, new wounds, gold in me showing through, wait, uh Old feelings, new wounds, gold in me showing through Goals in me showing proof, gold in me showing through Goals and we're showing proof, nigga If it's real Way I feel about you, way I feel about you, it's real