Early with the glitch
Uh, okay
(Riddle me this)

Riddle me this, where to begin
Who you call family? Who you call friend?
What's causing damage under your skin? (Okay)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) hold on, hold on, hold on
I think I got it (give me all that, yeah)

Riddle me this, where is your faith? (Uh)
What you believe, nigga? How do you pray?
Do you ever fell like God just get in the way?
(Oh, man, oh, man)
(Oh, that was crazy) hold on, hold on, hold on

Riddle me this, what makes you real?
Is it your reputation or is it you skills?
Is it people you safe or who your willing to kill?
(Alright, my nigga, we get it)

Riddle me this
I bet you don't know
How good it feels to have a soul that's unsold
I cash my own checks
I fuck my own hoes
I can't catch my breath
The end seems so close

Be a man, be a man, be a man (be a man)
Be a man, be a man, be a man (nigga, be a man)
Be a man, be a man, be a man
Be a man, be a man, be a man (c'mon, child)

This whole thing shed all my worth
Grew old by the vacancies
You own all my kin's worth
I don't buy the cave's man excuse

Lord, absolve me for my sins
Please forgive me for my setbacks
Oversee my shortcomings
Make me whole before the death taps
I don't fuck with the plenty
But I just need attention
Life along the frenzy
That'll stem to your center

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Writer(s): Eian Undrai Parker, Olu O. Fann