Moving Different (feat. Alex Ervington)

I got problems, I need answers

I got some friendships round me feel way more like cancer

Them same ones tell me that I'm changing

And there's some things, some things that I'm okay with

Mmm, I got problems

I give too much and don't think about the outcome

I felt pain that caused some changes

And that's one thing, one thing that I'm okay with

Ooh, let me talk my shit real quick

I been drinking and praying

**** got mad at the Damon

Ask why and they draw blank, man

Tried to close doors and I still found a way in

Ooh, know the boy speak out nowadays

Kindness mistaken for the weak shit

I'ma let foes bleed out nowadays, true shit, yeah

Say hello to the bad guy, I'm that guy

Fuck a white collar, this black neck is more Mandarin

I never had ties, but I cut a **** off quick

More road rage than burning sage

I ain't into all of that shit

On sweet baby Jesus, graveyard shift for the work

I been practicing abstinence

Kept my distance from fuck **** when they penetrated establishments

'Fore social distance, I was giving **** six feet

It ain't that deep, can you dig it?

Role reversal on Urkel that rolled the stone on this Lazarus

Hold on

See the kid worth with no gold on

Hold on

Necks turn green wearing chains underwater

I detect fakes through the sonar

Hold on

Bear witness to the mood switch, bitch

I had to go polar

Cold wit' it, made snow wit' it

**** mixed Jeezy with the Olaf

I need answers

I got some friendships round me feel way more like cancer

Them same ones tell me that I'm changing

And there's some things, some things that I'm okay with

Mmm, I got problems

I give too much and don't think about the outcome

I felt pain that caused some changes

And that's one thing, one thing that I'm okay with, yeah

Ooh, wow

Mastered the tongue without changing faces

**** turn Ipkiss off, lip service

And I ain't wit' the masquerading

Shocking, ain't it?

Tryna to Johnny Cage him

And I ain't even get midway in, black Charlie Chaplin

I started acting out

When they tried to silence my greatness, on God

Felt like Pac that night inside Quad

I Cheddar Bob-myself too much

Jumping the gun done left me with me scars

Yeah

Can I talk my shit? **** don't talk like this

Keep it two Virgils

They gon' put a X on my back going off like this

Black enough to get love in the hood

Black enough to make a Karen (Snitch)

Jealousy done made your boy a target

That red and khaki combo got 'em (Sick)

I got problems and I need some answers

Why I do more research owning sneakers

Than I do on owning all my masters?

Why I give so much to all the people

That end up, in the end, to never matter?

Why I care so much about the chatter

From the minds who ego just as fragile?

Why I still feel like God

Even in madness?

**** got mad when I cut off access

Then started moving backwards, I got