Lyrics:
know what I'm sayin'?
My other partner lost his son too, right before the 18th birthday
We out here bullshit, for what?
Pray for my soul
You don
know what I'm sayin'?
My other partner lost his son too, right before the 18th birthday
We out here bullshit, for what?
Pray for my soul
You don
Jesus!
Yeah, I'm steady thanking God for the day
And I ain't moved by what they do or what they don't say
Yeah, and I'ma stay odd anyway
Through it all,
shit for realest, they don't know how I feel
My dog dead and made it out that surgery, that shit still hurt me
I made it out of plenty, suicide
I don
don't you ever cry for me
'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
To take a ride through the country
Up, dressed, and gone by
victorious but heavy is the hand
They don't see the burdens that I carry on my back
Some lessons damn near killed me by the grace of God I stand
Praying for
found love out of state I can't stay I'm chasing dollars
We left blood on the play he caught on and tried to pop us
Love me like I'm dead I want to hear
The love that I gave you was all around you
There was nothing left for me
But I hate to say it
But I saw it coming
My feeling were changing
I only say
To give a fuck about opinions
When you've been left
By the ones you love
Left alone with the ghost inside
When all you got are those Chemicals
Dead no soul
ain't used to writing love songs
(Love songs)
But sometimes when I see you I write love songs
(Love songs)
Said no one wanna be you
But you're dead wrong
been on I G live
My dm'z been on left for dead
Can't play no games
You been tweeting feelings
I been up so high
I surpassed the ceiling
And that's word
I'm dead
Your sheltered mind
Agrees with the lies
You take the guilt in exchange for your life
Don't look down
From the fence you ride
You may not
in my own zone
No no love for the po-po
Loco when I rock mics solo
I hope that you know, where you don't go there
Want it with Bolo? Must be coco
down that road
I done seen to many go rest in peace to all my bros oh yeah
Yeah you probably wouldn't understand
Walking down this road by myself just
the Phillip
More that I step I am aware of all of the niggas that's coming for me
They never cared, left me for dead
You cannot have no friends in the streets
father for the things I did to live
Yeah, I love these streets, but it don’t love me
I love this streets, but it don’t love me
I love these streets, but it
know the way
Call our demons by their name
Seeing how you're mad at me
I had to fake a ghost
So I don't know if I'm already dead here
So you going out
to the smokehouse
By myself
Going to the smokehouse
By myself
I just don't get this
Would you mind, love?
With the summer rains
Comes push to shove
I never
been livin' for
Is finally about to be mine
That's why I'm gonna be everything you want me to be
Don't take your love from me
Everyday every night
I'm so messed up that I don't even want a fiancée for me
I was left standing there confused
you lied to me a bunch of times and I felt really used
I
time is this what you wanted
You know that your love has turned away
By now you left it all to me
Don't think
Just know I'm gone for good
Take time is
Living in a dead system
Could show you
But would you see it
Cos I know you're thinking bout your guap again
And I know you need gwalla for the rent
Also
leave a million at your house and you won't touch it? (Huh?)
Is you around for the money or do you really love me? (Huh?)
I left the Wock' at the house,
the faith
Don't show me the pain
Show me you aren't fake
Show me some love please
Don't show me the hate
Air on the roads
It's like the whole grime
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