[Produced by Malcolm "Chop" Smalls]
[Arnold Schwarzenegger Speech Excerpt]
[Verse 1]
Let it go up in smoke, I fuckin choked
Strangled by my thoughts, til I feel it lodged in my throat
And Lose basic functions like Speech, I feel as weak as the croaked
Tryna swim in the bottle, get paralyzed by the stroke
Meanwhile, my ghost is stickin' to me like decals
Defeat, and I'll be Eastbound, Kenny Powers of P-Town
Tryna keep my feet down, niggas callin for peace now
Went through the Capital, tryna capture the Steez down
Progressive, but fight with the same Legends
I want the whip-game, tryna out-do Severin
Reachin, Venus-Inferred, losin' sleep tryna get it
Will I learn a meaningful lesson? this loud thinking could deafen
Given numbers like a nigga in accounting
Or the county, Get her for her head, she lookin like a bounty
So homesick, I'm throwin up Virginia out in Cali
I'm hungry, and that go-in button on me, is the Audi
[Hook]
Somebody give me the strength
[Verse 2]
Burn game like Usher Raymond, goin out in a blaze
Petty thoughts of my ex, what we'd lose if she stayed
Wrists of self-infliction, becoming light as the graze
Darkness turning it's shade, someone gave her the Strength
I'm wanting the same thang, she so strong I tear
Wonder how far I'll go, with my so-called career
Still think God chose me, I made recordings to hear
With divine intervention, my calling card was the heir
King Me, damn the OG's looking wrinkly
That sweet shit, can get shelved for-life, think twinkies
I pinky, swear, say a word, nugga, empties
If you see me runnin gums, bet I meant, it like Wrigley's
So far gone, my windows been Jimmy'ed
Took everything inside, didn't leave me a penny
Even my thoughts ain't mine, I'm looking towards the ending
Lost it, in a moshpit, took apart of the frenzy
[Verse 3]
Let me blow out this stress, before they can interject
Lit as a cigarette, as i'm tryna recount my steps..
I wonder where I went wrong, how'd I come to the left
Put my answers in checks, knowing money could-wreck
Uh, took a breath, settled by the aroma
Until my sleep is about as deep as a comas
Wake up to the grind with a little mocha
Gifted in composition, just tryna keep my composure
Give me the strength, to look defeat in his eyes
Give me the strength, to fight the demons of mind
Forbidden fruits, the Apple's sleekest design
Wanna eat so bad, we goin right to the vine
I battle with good and evil, shackled like it's illegal
They told me loosen up, being tight's a matter for kegels
Descent can be deceitful, my knows sharper than Beagels
I found the snake in the most meaningful people
