N.A.T.U.R.E.

Michael Francis
Fighting with these demons I still see em
With my eyes closed
Tried to take me out the game
But the most high ain't let me go
That's just how I know Fasho
The boy was meant to see his goals
Got stabbed in the back twice
Not to mention times before

Niggas betrayed me
Bitches turned straight up Fugazzi
Saying that they love you
But is really is you paying
Saying they gone ride
But they wheels done got complacent
Just taking it all in
As I'm third eye meditating
Going crazy
Losing patience
Trying to release my soul
Same time they try to deny
That the boy can't flow
But I say fuck Em
Rip to them Van Winkle's
Been plotting on this shit here
Since Luda throwing them bows
Same time Trick was Thugging with that mouth full of gold
Was just a Jit
Who ain't had shit
Barely had any clothes
I was down on my dick
Had to make my nuts show
Had to get on my shit
And the mud I rose
So now I'm coming down slow
Like a 'Lac on vogues
Niggas slamming on them doors
Working game on thees hoes
Remember nights as dark as five percent tint windows
So bitch It's only right we stunt for all the days we was poor
Put that on the kinfolk
We ain't going back broke
Little Momma ain't fuck with me then
Now she want her back broke
Take the shit for what it is
Plot a scheme to stack Mo
Lot these Niggas talk the Jazz
But never blow like Satchmo
But not me
Oh no
That's a way I can't go
Niggas X'in Opps for O's
Clip back tag a toe
On this road from rags to riches
You can take the back roads
Just make sure you move correctly
Otherwise lose your soul
Seen the story unfold many times before
Slaves to the game in the grave
Or get sent up the road
I'd advise you to be mindful of the cards you hold
Cause the simple way you play em dawg
Can sure take a toll and that's Fasho
Just telling you what I know
But at same time don't know shit
Don't know who the culprit was
In my element spiting potent
In the booth
Having outer-bodies on some thirteen ghost shit
Nigga posses the beat like a seance
I'ma use the host then
Flow deadly like Camp Crystal Lakes current
Punchlines Stick like Jason
And leave the body floating
I'm too focused
Can't knock my drive or devotion
My hunger ambition came from sleeping on floor with roaches