Written By: Matthew Reid Sep. 9, 2014; Mar. 9, 2015
Produced By: Mobb Deep
Contains Portions of: "Temperature's Rising" by Mobb Deep, "UFO" by ESG, "Where Is The Love" by Patrice Rushen, an interpolation of "Body Heat" by Quincy Jones
VERSE 1
What up conscience? Haven't seen you in a while/ I know your phone number, but its your number I never dial.
I've been lonely for a while I need your companionship/ your the Kobe to my Shaq as we sweep the championship.
I could really use a friend as this pressure never ends/ my life it could suspend but whats the concept if it ends.
There's no one to depend, they just all stare and question/ plus this one I really love likes to talk with interjections.
I just wanna stay low key and eat this damn hogie/ this industry is boring, I wanna quit if only.
I could find the certain way to just articulate/ how I'm felling everyday when my mind is not so great.
I hear the fucking rain, and then I step outside/ I fucking close my eyes man hoping that I'll be alright.
The rain hits the brow as it fucking trickles down/ plus it mutates with my skin now my skins no longer brown.
I smile with a scowl as I'm hiding from the crowd. plus theres people at my show I'm nervous cant do this now.
I sneak outside with my evil a surprise/ its like you get a Big Mac plus you supersize the fries.
The image in my brain makes me mad and just despise/ cause I hate my fucking image its the image that I fight.
In my hotel room. the bell hop will be here soon/ knocking on my door theres no response I'm dead he must assume.
My friends they're sad, but I think they saw it coming/ he was always really quiet his thoughts were up to something.
It's so unbecoming I hope you get this friend/ cause when you get back I might be gone and that's no sin
CHOURS
Matthew gets the doe, matthew gets the doe, matthew gets the doe fo sho
Cause the governments po, LA has the hoes/ good blow you know fo sho
VERSE 2
What up Matthew? theres no way were here without you/ I hear your depression, your right I never doubt you.
Just know that I found you in a way better state/ but now you speak of death, that's lame a big mistake.
Your metaphors for whores make you rich and just explore/ this ugly dark world that you hate don't want no more.
Like Rashad in ATL all these problems equal hell/ even though you stay quiet, you get mad and I can tell
There's positives look you could be up in jail/ taking shit up the ass through the glass read the mail.
Theres people who just love you, do you wanna let them down/ plus your musics really hot if you die they'll change the sound.
Take a break and sit down as we both smoke this pound/ need to fix your self respect and ima fucking show you how.
You put down his "Journals" realize yall are different/ for one he liked the needles, its the cry for the attention.
You've got a good core, keeps it tight and never loose/ you already bring concern we don't need the breaking news.
I went to your house saw you locked your front door/ plus there was red up on the window made the scene so suspenseful.
I came through the back room, a shocking sad scene/ your laying on the ground, you don't move as I scream.
I see you took the fast way theres weapons all around/ I would fucking clear it up but the scene is famous now.
I mss you ass Matthew the sad part of life/ when you keep your frustations people ignore the signs
And when they realize there was nothing they can do/ they leave you alone and let fate kill you too, fo real