Warpaint

I speak simply trying to open lids.
Its fucked up & noble what we do in the name of kids.
And in the same sense what we do in the name of biz.
A gangsta is gangsta, words ain't.
I'm a warrior of God so fuck the Gods you thank.
Bags under eyes is my warpaint.
My head is fucked up I act quick, trying not to think.
Wanna glimpse inside my mind,
u can have a front row seat if you sit down and have few a drinks.

Chorus

Got ya crucifix and ya prayer beads.
Another round of shots of hennessy.
One for u, one me, the rest is for my enemies.
That claim to be friends of me.
What's the matter thats only like 8 shots and you lookin a lil green to me.
Here's another to all women claiming to be in love with me.
Doubles for all those that fell for the "d".
Skip the 99 problems cuz a bitch aint one.
And I counted I would have a 100 and one.
Not to mention my god-daughter and a maybe-baby son.
Calm on the surface, still waters run deep.
Approach with caution when you stepping to me.
I, Wayne spit the truth in the disguise of Weez.
Speaking my mind got me with a buzz just like a swarm of bees.
King Vic taught me the meaning of peace.
Taught to worship an invisible God above me.
When the bible says there's one up in me.
Scribble my heart's thoughts till my left arm is sore.
I stopped knocking a long time ago and started kicking these doors.
Forever will I put in work.
Do it till my body starts to cramp and hurt.
Remember being poor and say fuck it they don't really hurt.
pick up my pen and get back to work.
Cause there's power in the dollar.
The power to make her swallow.
Not to be cocky but I packing penis power.
Life is a bitch and I'm here with
the power to make her holla.
Sky the is the limit, and its only getting taller.