"Wing Cleaner" lyrics

Listen to my thesis
I ain't just rapping man, I mean this
Tryna make it happen out of rapping
See my words paint pictures like a e-fit
Mind out cause you'll find out
G that kindness is weakness
If you grind like I grind then it's sleepless
I'm a terror in my era with my weed lit
Carpe diem, hard life we in
So I see the moment and I seized it
Then I caught a case, I couldn't M.J. beat it
They be acting Stringer Bell, they ain't even Idris
Remember I was up and down Edith
Sleeping on the floor round Reece's
Then I lost freedom, had my people in pieces
This lifestyle is strange like Beatrice
No rest for the wicked, so the saying goes
I'm still weighing O's, thinking about my mates on sosh
Soldiers out there two and two-ing in the raining cold
Kitties blazing white, smackers, not a vein in sight
But that's the way it goes
And I ain't talking like I ain't involved
But I can't see no other way
It's like I'm ray, my rap's my ray of hope
It's a cold, cold world, J Cole
All the stress I take home
I been O.T., no sleep, I don't change clothes
Forever chasing pesos
I be beefing with Regina, man even in my senior
You won't work for a wage but you'll be a wing cleaner
And you do that shit for peanuts, shit we must be nuts
I said you won't work for a wage but you'll be a wing cleaner
And you do that shit for peanuts
Check yourself man, you must be nuts
Man I've been getting reloads
And I ain't talking about no wheel-ups
Man I'm married to the game
I married that without no pre-nup
So I'm due to lose something
I just hope it ain't my freedom
I said I'm due to lose something
I just hope it ain't my freedom