God Was Never On Probation

I was young and on my way to getting rich,

Caught up with my killers out in Austin keep it realer ever since,

Im floatin out here on probation, fake bake tastin,

step out on your bitch,

Im a scoundrel nowadays, blowing haze out the Hyundai that i rent,

Say it gotta better, but how can it when every single cent,

Is going to the state, and i hate how theyre saying i gotta get,

A new lawyer, Tom Saywer aint ever have to fuck with any of this shit,

Kinda strange at my age, Im moving back and forth from NA,

Sponsor say, you shoulda took the time,

Seen your kind, you're going back, i say look into mind,

 

Last night I did a fifth a blow,

And beside you me and a hooker, aint nobody ever gonna know,

Tell you what, if think I got a problem take it up with God, he made me,

Im just here doing the best with what God gave me,

Weed, the pussy, the liquor, they all saved me,

God busy asking for belief while he play me.

 

Im just trynna make heaven in this 4 seat,

Aint my fault my savior cover his ears to ignore me,

Im my own dream creator, earn my own paper,

And found my own fam fuck the haters see you later,

Ikaray, blow smoke to heal,

Dabs keep it real, Miss B and Mi Nombre es Luis always cook the meals,

Little man talkin now, its crazy,

Meanwhile I'm on tinder dodging crazies and babies,

Its wasteland here, meet me for Rarh beer,

Couple squares, an invitation to the lair,

Watch an episode of archer before i'm nuttin your hair,

Take a shower and i'm gone before you even out,

You like what the fuck? you told me this was your house,

I'm like new phone, who dis.

 

Bad decisions and monthly visits,

Dude lookin straight at my dick, every single time im pissin,

Methheads in the waitin room, reminds me of the clinic,

Reminds of the times i got a q tip in my business,

My PO says i need to ask the states forgiveness,

Go to all the classes, do community minutes,

State sponsored physics from old textbooks on commitments,

Blacktop calistenics, push sanity to limits,

Miss blowin blunts in the back of Honda civics,

Whiskey in the winter, vodka in the summer,

Either way it seems we work for commissary numbers,

We just hunting for a way to come up from being under,

I need the days off, dropping off my little brother,

Its hard to piss clean when you're breathing in the struggle,

Im fucking asshole, dont see the point in being subtle,

Screaming fuck you and i dont ask for a rebuttal

Do not go gentle into that dark night,

Rage hard against the dying of the light.

 

Last night I did a fifth a blow,

And beside you me and a hooker, aint nobody ever gonna know,

Tell you what, if think I got a problem take it up with God, he made me,

Im just here doing the best with what God gave me,

Weed, the pussy, the liquor, they all saved me,

God busy asking for belief while he play me.