Lyrics:
to find sleep
Surrounded in darkness, thoughts awaken and creep
Inside, eating me alive, waiting to explode and rise
Goin' through lows and highs, "hello's"
We was trappin day an night by the morning had a stack
Now I'm in these streets giving Jesus stead of packs
Tryna gather all his sheep they been
Stopped goin' to school, I lost my scholarship, that shit just wasn't for me
Stand on ten all by myself, I swear to God, still gon' be me
Always had money
I then gave this rap my heart through love and the pain
Done gave these tracks my all as I run through the game
Gold rewards on my mantle and it
her phone I be all in her stomach
Don't get killed tryna flirt when we goin through somethin
So baby you gotta quit actin
They lookin for reasons to do
I can do is pray(pray)
Shit get worse for the get better, I get through day by day (day by day)
Popping pills, smokin' weed to take my pain away
When
like that serpent
See em crawlin through the vine
I got hardware on my thigh
cnd goin hardaway bout mine
Im hardly with the crowd
cnd they be hardly
my ex that gettin' get back ain't no fun huh?
Wakin' up in sweats, tryna beat the sun
Know some niggas booked a quarter ball for goin' on the run
you did then you would live right by the Code (Facts)
You wouldn't have to die tonight
You wouldn't have to get taken outta sight (Sheeyee)
Gotta make
me
It still holds me back connected by a chain link
All night long
Its like 5:16 strawberry Sunny D
You know I'm still goin' hard
No one can compare
brought the flavour
Oh
Stop all ya wastin
Aint got time for patience
Oh
Yo Chance getting slimmer
Hope you squeezing thru the door
War of the words go
dude that's ain't even yo friend
Reposting lil baby or young boy like it's a trend
Throw me in with some lions I get out the den
Nowadays it's only
do
Still come through even if I'm bein followed by the vice?
A-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Take you to the mall and buy you a gang of shit?
Ah-ah,
got mah style from Cali brought it back to tha city/
Now these lil mc’s can’t really rap with me/
Backpack rappers getting bodied, they some
You already know
What the fuck goin on lil bitch
Yeah, Look
Woo
Lookin like a hundred
When I walk up in the door
I'm collecting all they money
Feel
interstreets
By a tank on D's
I stank these
Wearin' some black chains and a safety
Why can't we just get along
I'm gettyon Jones
I'm known
For
thru a test in the battlefield
Watch dat money do a backflip
Tripple up play that's a hat trick
Nigga maintain gotta keep shit goin
After all
we bust shots (talk to 'em)
A young, wild adolescence (huh), packin' the Wesson
Country Mike fronted me some work, I'ma package and sell it (I roast
slippin', got it tucked right by my belly
Ask around the city since a lil' one I been steppin'
I stay out people business 'cause that shit be gettin' messy
what, one hundred I'm willin to feed
I'm gettin that paper to feed my krew
And no matter what you goin through
I'm stayin true...
(Chorus)
(Z-Ro)
I know
defensive, we on offense
Get extra, send some extra bullets through his coffin
Bang, dang, dang, boogie, get busy
Every nigga really ready for that war, you
your whole street catch the blues
You gon' pay some muthafuckin dues
And ain't no stoppin till the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon'
Yea this right here
Is going out to all them girls out there
That did me and south wrong, ya know?
Tell you a lil story its the reason
Love,
wet wet
When she fiening I eat it up like it's the last snack
That lil pussy got some powers
I dont even wanna leave it I beat it up in the showers
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