Sober Thoughts - Young M.A, Young M.A feat. Max YB

Discipline in my habits

Went distant on my attachments

I had to turn my presence to absence

Stuck in the cage

Questioning the hours and days

Depression-al phase

My tunnel vision starting to fade

I started to marry my thoughts, already engaged

Not knowing my next move had me going insane

Depending on alcohol to get me over the pain

Praying my habit don’t ever have me turn to cocaine

I won’t allow this temporary pain to turn into a stain

I wanna live but my joy for life is stuck in the grave

God, I need you more than ever, I was hoping you came

So used to holding shit in, it’s kinda hard to explain

Picasso, the best way to put it

Before you knew the meaning of it, you misunderstood it

Far from perfect, did a lot of shit I knew I shouldn’t

Ducking my demons but they coming like a moving bullet

Shit is crazy out here

It’s like I love it and I hate it out here

Gotta be mentally stable out here

Just to make it out here

Never slippin'

Every day I’m aware

If I ain’t got it, I go get it

And I make it appear

Tough love being assertive

That’s the way that I care

When I’m distant and I ignore you

Then to me you ain’t there

When I erase you that’s when you worry

Replace yo ass in a hurry

That’s the truth not a dare, nigga

Do not compare

All this pain in me

I want it washed away

I gotta keep faith in me

These niggas want me dead

I gotta stay strong

Stay strong

I’ve been fighting all my life

Whoa

May God watch my soul

Only people that think that I fell off

Is the people that wasn’t supportin, before the fame and the fortune

My fanbase was already a force and

I was selling out shows before the radio sources

Meaning the grinding and the independence what got me in it

Not a cosign or a mention and this is not fiction

Now I’m feeling attention from muhfuckers that once was dick lickin'

And pic flicking, friendshipping

This isn’t no damn fool, I know the game so it’s cool

And when you play the game, play by the rules

Momma ain’t raised no coon, I know the difference between loved and used

Life is just hugs and bruises, care and crew

Fuck desire, my heart pump fire, ooh

Don’t inhale my fumes, I’m toxic, caged in like zoos

Boxed in like boxing, in the studio, locked in

And you couldn’t walk a block in my shoes

Not even my socks, shit

I came from the bottom, that’s why I fuck with top shit

I’m talking about the never, ever, ever in stock shit

I don’t pop shit, I speak knowledge so call me a prophet

And if you pay attention then you paying homage

Cheap jeans with paid pockets

This pound cake got these weight watchers, weight watchin'

I ain’t stopping like Hov said

Sit in front of the Bentley with the doors out like bow legs

I hate a bitch with a fat ass and no legs

I love a bitch with some crack pussy and dope head

Broke bread with niggas, all I got was a thank you

And you got some other niggas out here saying they made you

The game trying to erase you

Got my foot on they necks, you disrespect the TEC’ll give you a facial

Apologies to my ex’s and no this ain’t my confessions

Appreciate your time and investment, patience and effort

Having ya’ll was part of a blessing

Ya’ll all belong on the cover of essence

No hard feelings, no love lost, no bad blood

Yeah, love is a bad drug but better to have love than no love

I need a blunt, KorLeone can you roll one?

And smoke one

All this pain in me

I want it washed away

I gotta keep faith in me

These niggas want me dead

I gotta stay strong

Stay strong

I’ve been fighting all my life

Whoa

May God watch my soul