Gratitude
I.Pipebomb [feat. Mike Flaherty] Lyrics

(Verse 1)
JC Penny Jefferson Ward Baby Puberty Early 80s Early cge I was Curious of Worldly Ways.. Bad assin in Class athsmatic triggered playin in grass gave me swimming lessons, Strengthen My Lungs better Compression.. cnn Green, Southside, that Pop you in your Mouth right now Mama.. Remember hearing Her cussin Rayful Edmond callin him Scum hit Me told Me I end up Down the Jail She aint Comin To get Me.. Called me a ticking time bomb I would be so heated, Defuse My Blues wit Humor just bein Comedic.. Im a Muse wit this Music that aint Bein Conceited, This aint just Blowin Smoke like Hooka but who could Beat it.. Mms Was a Super Hero, Impossible Feats, How you gone Die and still Save My life Posthumously.. So many questions, Not Enough answers, So many Blessings I don't even Stressem..
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Its My Party and I Rhyme if I want to, Shine if I want To, Climb if I Want To.. Ima Celebrate My Wins, Id like to thank Myself, But where Do I Begin..
Thinkin of all the Time Spent, Grindin, Decisions that I Made a lot of Ways it Wouldve went.. Ima Celebrate My Wins, Id like to thank Myself, But Where do I Begin..
(Verse 2)
Pops Left it gave Me Complex hard to Trust, Impact Relationships wit Black Males to this Day it's a Bust.. I Felt Rejected not Kool enough to Be Gang, Plus Marcus got Me for My Necklace Last Week of School He aint Pay Me.. Pops getting faded, Barely 9th Grade Educated hustler, Spoke of GODs work and Hard work and cnalyze Words.. But He aint tell Me Women was wreckless and Wicked Selfish and How Niggaz Crept and How Shit get Hectic in 60 seconds.. I aint Have no Blick, He took My shit I Left wit My Life, Guess We Broke Even that Night.. Brief tastes wit Street Ways I never did Chase it, The Money wasn't nothin I was More Concerned wit the Placement.. Jail Bars Niggaz Boxed in like Rail Cars Head Shots, More Heinous plots, I beat the odds.. clways gross My own Digits, I post and Pivot, Hard in the Paint like this is My House its No Visits.. Its Phenix, He just keep Comin back I shoulda Been Runnin Rap But You don't want none of that.. and that's just a bit of Facts it Just aint No fun in that cause that smoke Thick and Black You get what im Getting at, Come on..
(Verse 3)
cnd More over The Foreclosure, I never lost Composure, My Default Mode is Soldier.. Bank attackin My Stack Storage Packed wit My Shit Quarterbackin this shit Scramblin back from the Hit.. Measures had got Drastic, Eyeballin the Grams Burn the Plastic, Kept My baby girl in Gymnastics.. Kept My 1st born wit Tennis Rackets and the shoes she need to improve her Sped.. No decline, I do things different I Refined, Back on the Beats Rhymin Some Me time.. Lounge in Back of the Room Partagas Black 2 Fingers Neat Scotch Balveini Sergio Tachini Track Suit.. Bladderack Root, still My Fruit Smoothie Congruant, Every Song fire So you Never skip like Truants.. Lookin Forward to Glass enclosure Wall of Clean Cedar, Thousand stick Humidor and some Mean Heaters...