I mean
Look at all I have done
You stay on my ass
But won’t let me pass
And I am wondering
What is it?
What is it that you don’t like?
Every time I do anything
You scrunching up your face
Like I made a mistake
Just give me that credit
That shit I deserve
I don’t need another word
I mean
I see the shit you do
And I’m looking at it
Like, is that the best you can do
Maybe that’s why
You still in my business
Looking at what I’m doing
Instead of handling you business
What keeps you staring at me?
I would give you credit
If I could
But your shit looks awful
Doubt if I ever would
I mean
Is it jealousy
Do you have a burning desire
To be able to do
All the things that I can do
Is it that deadly sin
Thinking if you destroy me
You would be able to replace me
You are nothing like me
You standing there claiming
If you just had more time
I’m not wasted a dime of credit
You ain’t shit, I said it.
I mean
There are six more sins you could pursue
You keep on that pride shit
Mentally I’m aligned with charity
But you are beyond help
All of that gluttony
If you just had the courage
To humbly have a bit of faith
Maybe it would be possible
For that greed dwelling inside you
Maybe it could find a different place
I will give you credit for one thing
You are not anything I want to be