Poetic Justice (Outro)

Yeah

Miss my shot, I'm still shooting, woo
Reload the Glock, I'ma shoot for you
Nothing love can't stop, and I'm living proof, yeah
No number two

Baby, keep me rock hard, I stay solid, yeah
Can't play no games with you like solitaire
They chase that fame shit and I'm outta here
Yeah, I make it clear
Yeah, I beat the odds
Yeah, you know I did
Yeah, I'm fucked up here
Yeah, I'm part to blame
Yeah, I'm hard to deal with
Yeah, I'm hard to save
Far from a saint
Angel, I'm a sinner
Hell on earth, we walking
Summer feel like winter
Somehow, we still winning
Two-thousand on dinner
1.5 on denim
Money I keep spending

Yeah
It's never ending
Can't please everybody
But fuck how I'm feeling
Even if I'm for 'em
They forget it
So they get sneaky
Yeah, they can get it
Yeah, I might forgive it
But I won't forget it
Man, they pathetic
And I can't sweat it
Can't get to me
No, I can't let it
I guess it's justice
It's poetic