So sicker rappers, so sicker fans So sicker fake niggas frontin' like they fam' Thinking to myself I wanna leave it all behind Go lay with my girl and watch the sunshine Cause now I don't mind about working nine to five Weekends off and pay vacation time Life and (?) Fix my critic score by a house skip the (?) Ain't nothing wrong but the regular life For too long I be chasing the dream I see the light For twenty years now niggas said I was nice I ain't cell a mill' yet so I relinquish the mic And I'm sicking trynna figure out what you niggas like This new shit is fake I've been real all my life Pay too many dues refuse to front now And sign' em for this, choose the step down
Is used to be my calling, or path I selected Covered all my tracks the lines is disconnected Sad thing about it this is not what I expected At least I can walk away from this well respected (2x)
Funny how it all started kicking lines in the park Now is ending as I writing this whole rhyme in the dark Guess my journey end's now when is far as I could I do my best not to let my niggas down in my hood I now that mic smooth at least is whatching me from above Puzzle by my walking away from something I love If my pop is still here he probably look at me crazy Cause I've been making music ever since I was a baby But times change and things rearrange What used to be natural is really kind of strange I don't see anything left for me to gain So I'm ahead it up and walk away from the game My girl keep acquiring baby are you sure Yeah I'm retiring ain't doin this no more I need to find happiness elsewhere I'm getting annoyed Music is no longer feeling avoid