Skilla Baby - Plate Lyrics

(You've been the best at times) huh
(You've walked me through my darkest days)
I've been goin' through a lot, but (why must I turn around? I ask myself)
I still manage to pray to God, and
Even though it feel like everybody goin' against me and shit
I still persevere, I push through this shit (I'm not really sure these days)
I got a family to feed (sure these days)
Huh (sure these days)

Is it me God? Why these people on my dick?
I sin, pray, sin again, then go repent
It's like people mad I ain't strugglin', people mad I'm rich
I can shit on everybody, I'm as humble as it get
Could've said, "F*ck everybody", these niggas ain't gave me shit
Who done did more for the city? We eat the most, respect the tent
Who done did more for my mama? I done spent more bustianas
Too generous to be honest, my heart so big, I (I'll let you take a piece of me)

Who really puttin' on for the city though? (I hope you get the peace you need)
Who really take their time out and talk to these kids?
Give back to these kids though? (And if that's)
If I'm wrong, let me know though (not enough)
Yeah, who?
Everybody rich, but who goin' back? (I'll let you go peacefully)
Who bein' seen in the community though? (Oh, yeah)
Who lettin' the kids touch em'

Huh, hmm
It's so much shit on my plate
Could've said, "F*ck everybody", packed my shit and moved away
Rich as f*ck, still ridin' round in five percent tint with a Drac'
I can do bad by myself, I made sure everybody ate
Wasn't nobody around me, I was starvin', real, it was late
I'm up as f*ck, don't give a f*ck, bitches gon' f*ck, niggas gon' hate
Some ho shit happened, every time I elevate, can't catch a break
Yeah, I see 'em, but I still pray, I'm a hypocrite for real
I'm out here tellin' kids to stop the violence, slidin' the same day
Givin' back, catch a hat, givin' back, gettin' back
My opps be out here tauntin' me, them bodies keep on huntin' me
It's lonely at the top for real, somebody keep me company
Be lifeless for real, I deal with life shit for real
I put that shit behind me, but I got less of it front of me, huh
I don't worry about the bullshit, I'm thuggin'
People keep on tellin' me I'm hard to get in touch with
I accept my lifestyle and everything it come with
Catch a flight out of state, go home, get a bucket
These niggas be suspect, I'm always a suspect
I'ma keep on winnin', that's gon' always leave 'em upset
Every day I up, check, they be like, "I bet Skilla gon' fall off", tss, bet
I wanna be the best rapper alive, nigga, nothin' less
They want me to fall off but they lyin 'to my face
Sayin' they love me and- (I'll let you take a piece of me)

Is it me God? Why these people on my dick?
I sin, pray, sin again, then go repent (I hope you get the peace you need)
It's like people mad I ain't strugglin', people mad I'm rich
I can shit on everybody, I'm as humble as it get (and if that's)
Could've said, "F*ck everybody", these niggas ain't gave me shit (not enough)
Who done did more for the city? We eat the most, respect the tent (I'll let you go peacefully)
Who done did more for my mama? I done spent more bustianas (oh, yeah)
Too generous to be honest

You've been the best at times
You've walked me through my darkest days
Why must I turn around? I ask myself (I don't know)
This just ain't fair, so hard to bear (it's not fair)
I'm not really sure these days, sure these days, sure these-