I Ain't Been the Same

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Drunk asl writing this I think about them memories
I hate that you ain't here but I'm glad that you not in misery
If I could take it back I'd change the fact and re do history
Writing raps
I miss them days that would you listen to me
Fucked up faded tears running down face
Cause my sis sent a pic of you to me the other day
I know it's been some years but since you left gramps I ain't been the same
Know you watching down but still I didn't heal and it's okay
Cause I know that I'm gon be straight
And I'm seeing the brighter days
And I promise I swear to god that I'm really making my ways
I lived everything that I say
Ain't no cap inside of these writtens
I told them boys I don't play
I know none of em niggas listened
I swore on my life I'd get it
Nike swoosh I had to check it
Mental states now an aesthetic
Soon with time they gon forget it
It's almost been ten years since my gramps been home
He been in the grave for nine the shit hurt that he gone
Psychological the damage
In my head there's raging flames
Mentally I feel detained
Serving life inside this cage
I'm just barley scratching the surface
This the icing on the cake
Dive deeper into this pool and you gon see it's more a lake
Of hellish shit these skeletons belong to niggas that we're fake
I ran the trap got bands off that I was the first to win that race
I pour my heart out like its henny for the dead homies
Writings on the wall on these hieroglyphics
Yeah I paint stories
Everyday the voices get louder someone pray for me
3 way calling God and Satan asking what they want from me
Niggas tried to rob me like a brick I flipped the situation
It be your own niggas plotting on you scheming off that hate shit
Rip to bro every night I face a wood for us
Wishing you was here can't bring you back
This shit Is painstaking
Baking soda in a pot with all that soft gon have it shape shifting
Up late cooking punching over time these nights I'm grave digging
Heating up its hot in here I'm blazing shit like Hell's Kitchen
Niggas gangsters till the gangsters pop out now let that sink in
Let it sit like water on the brain doc let it marinate
Since a shorty I been carrying demons these be heavy weights
Use to gripping on that metal now the fn feather weight
Masked up these black gloves got me feeling like leather face
Mummified the beat a pharaoh I bodied its wrapped up
Stacking chips up to the ceiling this money I racked up
I know myself I'm crazy I got tendencies to act up
Talking smack will get you whacked along with all your back up
Ima thief in the night popping up like the shits bad luck
Never had a choice I had to survive yeah I manned up
Drunk asl writing this I think about them memories
I hate that you ain't here but I'm glad that you not in misery
If I could take it back I'd change the fact and re do history
Writing raps
I miss them days that would you listen to me
Fucked up faded tears running down face
Cause my sis sent a pic of you to me the other day
I know it's been some years but since you left gramps I ain't been the same
Know you watching down but still I didn't heal and it's okay

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