Lyrics:
my whole life
Confessed my problems like so many times that I ain't got no song type
Shorty get it on on his own, bless him, yeah, he a real nigga
won't be doing it again
And I ain't even doing this for fame
Or the money none of that
I'm influenced by the pain
I was on road now music is my aim
But
the plane that you want/ them open scars chase the pain of blue oceans/ not by coastal cause the only coast you want is the one that washes south Florida/ put
no sleep
Tryna buy a new coupe, only need two seats
I don't need nobody to ride with me
I done been through the pain, it ain't hard to see
Next one try
Keep my hands muddy, rakin a lake ice with low money
Without a clue of what I wen't through
Plus been through, stressing the issue
Shell shocked, hidin
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
mad at you
I ain't mad at you
Look what you've done to me
Yeah I stood ten toes down
Nobody was around
But by clown ass
Why are you so sliding in
gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap
So I get past all that by kicking straight up facts
There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef
If you
a sip
I might hit the blunt
But I'm liable to trip
I ain't popping no pill
But you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends
I love 'em to death
That
sleeping at night
Look in the mirror
Wonder where did my anxiety go
I kind of miss it
I guess this is like the highest of lows
But I ain't worried years ago,
on plays
Came outside wit my dogs I ain't messing wit strays
By any means I gotta get this I can't fumble this bag
Dressing fly up in designer
I got tired
that's just one of his mind games
All in each other's face
Like he ain't use to Be my baby
You spose to feel my pain
Not be the one to cut my veins
You
pain in this bitch, had to deal with the trauma
So I gotta remind them that there ain't nothing gon' stop me
I keep these chains on my neck, just so they
but that's okay yah
But what's okay ain't always straight
Stop hiding behind that fake smile, I feel your pain
Not knowing what way to go or hide you
I
Can you brief me then?
Ain't try'na see surface, get beneath the skin
Maybe I'm just searching for new complement
Each time I ride by (You don't
Niggas be moving real funny
I had to do it by myself
Switched lanes
Took the fast way
I aint never needed help
Bossed up
Niggas bitch made
Nigga I ain't
that mouth when that shit come down to my bro
Or else we upping all them glocks and yeah we letting that shit blow
Did it all by myself, I ain't never
they was jealous of my niggas
I'm just tryna get on through no more felonies my nigga
And y'all don't understand this pain Im carrying my nigga
Ain't
ya eyes to
What's the fucks that's goings on
Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I
on the same time
these lines I read ain't nothing new so i got to do different
new levels new devils
same game same pain
new faces new places
same hell same
as I got there it had already started
Just two people who've been broken-hearted
Wash away the pain yeah it ain't that hard
Sitting by the fire
killed by the strongest knight
Ruling with an iron fist
I'm battling with an iron hand
Want static just a spark
Will end your arc
You ain't no iron man
Real niggas up in this bitch
Real niggas up in this bitch
I ride by and slide by
And I fly by up in this bitch
Y'all know what time it is, I ain't gotta
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