Some Consolation

Please believe a **** chief, I keep one rolled

Don't give a second-hand opinion, you won't want smoke

Stop gunning for Russian Roulette until I unload

You can't be playing all these games and then be consoled

Shocked, but still not surprised by what my son knows

And if he talking to me crazy it ain't just jokes

It hit you later on, that's when it's a tough blow

Can't just plant the harvest and think it's out of your control

I seen where my influence has amassed

I look to my kids

Nobody is doing it like that

I cook with my chick

If I never took a chance way back

Would be stuck in them bricks

Not flipping them, even if it meant filling in for a shift

Before Starbucks was CVS, making 6. and some cents

That was nothing…pushing mama's whip through them subdivisions

Twelve hour trips back to NY, this gon' be different

Ain't need the Holland or the Lincoln—had tunnel vision

Before the music, always knew inside—it was something missing

Grandma in the kitchen with the fixings, that's some tradition

Won't talk your ear off with the love, just know it was unconditioned

Nowadays I keep the fake away and it's unforgiving

Melodies uplifting your soul with no euphemisms

Used to listen to my Pops' advice like "who he kidding?"

Now he free, but boxed up in his mind 'cause he used to prison

Had to rid of all the cancers round me, the new remission

We past that—they duck me, too commercial like Aflac

In 2020, **** we was closer with hazmats

We had masks, felt like we was working round Lab Rats

You ain't need a hazard just to cut me off, bad batch

You can't levy my identity, I'm Sebi with the remedies

No trophies for these words, that's for Spelling Bee's

When I was 17, rappers, they was selling dreams

I was tea-bagging bitches, you would think I'm selling tea

Ain't catch no felonies, not even one misdemeanor

Kill em with silence, who's meaner tho? With this demeanor

My life was a mess, I ain't die—I had to clean up

Never choose the other side with me unless it is greener

I don't know why

**** never ready for the unknown

I don't know why

You **** breaking code and it's condoned

Please believe a **** chief, I keep one rolled

Don't give a second-hand opinion, you won't want smoke

Stop gunning for Russian Roulette until I unload

You can't be playing all these games and then be consoled

Shocked, but still not surprised by what my son knows

And if he talking to me crazy it ain't just jokes

It hit you later on, that's when it's a tough blow

Can't just plant the harvest and think it's out of your control