Taking Notes ft. TMB Lil Rob

Time after time, food on my table, thought it was always, yeah

Clothes on my back, every time I turn around, it was always, yeah

You never leave me, God. Never forsake me, God, it was wrong

Feelin' how I'm feelin' and I just can't seem to shake it

Who am I to make demands at this table? Every time I'm in the zone, I can sense that they be hatin' why I keep it to myself and I be stackin' up this paper

On the real who cares how I feel, cause I'm down on my luck but I just keep it all concealed

I'ma pray about it, but keep it real, we got billions on this planet, is he listenin' for real

Dear God, if you can hear me, send a sign, cause I'm dependin' on my rhymes

They ain't been helping' for a while, so I just need to know if you really hear me when I cry, cause I been leavin' puddles in the street when I walk

But I'ma keep my head high, know I'm a soldier, no doubt. Wake up put designer on, but it ain't helpin' me out