Slaughterhouse - Questions lyrics

I start this record
Not knowing how Imma start this record
This that drop-out hood
Talk with the Harvard effort
Hear me out, you niggas got a second
Your boy is unsteady
I'm tired of talking already
And I ain't said shit, but here goes
My life is hectic, my mother's a
Diabetic, her sugar be high, i'm headed
To doctors with her to fire questions
I hope the replying message ain't dialysis
I'm cry and let it out, my mother die
Forget it i'll fire shots and get it in
For every lying shot of
Insulin and keep my finger itching
For that finger prick because stupid ass
Wack ass gadget that kept
Her finger dripping blood
Me and my moms was different in
That kitchen smoking bud cause she


Ain't want me outside rolling them
While cops is outside rolling
Couldn't see her boy behind them bars
She said 'boy
Your whole life gon change behind them bars
Or sixteens or whatever yall call them
My boy's a star' through so much praying
I've been hurting my knees
How such a sweet lady
Gets such a hurtful disease
I guess for sweet ladies
This is the perfect disease
But please, don't take my mommy God, please
Just be her bodyguard
I'll lose it if she's gone
Definitely won't be doing music while I mourn
Probably end up doing something stupid or
The thought of it got me
Staring at this Ruger
I hope you listening close
You take Michelle from me
And you'll be getting us both
I know suicide is a sin
But let me grab the pound and just fire it in
Either that or stick around and die
Or you can make her better
Said you can make her better
Why won't you make her better
I know she can't live forever I just need a
Lil more time for us to play together
She my best friend

I asked "was it all a dream?"
At the start of this
Cause now I'm sitting inside of an Alcoholic
Anonymous meeting being the farthest
Thing from anonymous
I'm thinking that the game kind of ill
Seems like yesterday we signed a deal
We all signed our names on the same dollar
Bill and agreed it was time to kill
And then I did a project on
The side with Marshall that took
Off and then I did a million
Dollar spiral down a hill
Guess all a player that's eating can
Do is say "Hi!"s grace
And you niggas that's judging
Me should stay away
Cause if our roles were reversed
You niggas would probably throw
Your soul in the dirt for
A tweet from Drayaface
Niggas take you to court
When they can't extort
Just cause' you came through in
A Porsche they can't import
You either understand my pain
Or you ain't important
My nigga Joey told me everybody
Changes and everybody's pain just
Ain't being recorded and I thank you for it
We might as well since we never
Had the opportunity to do
It in front of you and just thank the awards
(Nigga fuck the awards)
I'm grabbing the will of my career
In my bear hands and
Standing there while they're dancing
Resembling some shit out the good book
Spit out by the gods of rap

This ain't no braggadocio rap
This that go away and come back again
You can put loyalty in front
Of everything and somebody will
Come around you and go make that an acronym
A lot of questions I ain't answer
Mostly just ngas crying about they finances
Bitches must be on some PCP shit
Safe pregnancy shit
Having they friend push on the EPT stick
To eat free uhuh, But ya'll tripping
I'm already having alcoholic
Withdraw symptoms
Hands shaking too much to handshake
It was all a dream when I first started