Lyrics:
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
willing to die for mine, I'm willing to die for mine
Now all y'all done heard of me
I'm B. Gizzle
I've done things you bitch niggas scared of
I
You ain't never seen life through the eyes of a killer
Same eyes looking at me, that's the guy in the mirror
High to the day I die, this how I'm
the storm
That's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done
I
you up, lit you up, twist you up (Wha')
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my
what my heart told me man that thing is so deceitful
With things that I didn't expect, things that I wouldn't accept
All these demonic voices may
realize real lies
All these things you've been told, All this pain that you feel
All these things you tell people, All this pain that you deal
We only
experience, sell it to Marimax
Tell me if you feelin' that
Take a journey through the life of these real niggas
The things that they seen it would thrill
the po-po dodging these killers)
(And leaving yo family at yo people dog)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When all of this music shit play out and you
bless your name
You will not forget me
You have never failed me
After all the things I've done
From that day you met me
I have seen your hand all over me
that's the only thing
I've gotten to a very good place
Though all of my friends and mentors in the
Game have been reaching out to me trying
To encourage
the storm
That's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done
I
dreams
You and I surrounded by these
Colors
It's like no other
And All that I see
These bright dreams
You and I surrounded by these colors
It's like no
you fancy huh?
well aren’t you a breath of fresh air
from all these superficial gold digging bitches in here
they get a baller think that they ain’t
things
Then I find out it's a lie and after that shit had to change
Yeah, I've been told
I done been told, Mook Dook, I got you
You my motherfuckin'
understand
Why I was so fucking scared and so goddamned happy, man
And I've debated telling you all this so many times
To think that you'll hate me for it
the fade out
That I keep from screaming on the way down
And I don't have a map of my meaning
But I'm working one out as I'm seeing
All of these angels
All I ever asked you to do was go get a job
You won't even go get a job
But you wanna find yourself in the street hustling
Thinking that shit gonna
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy
Ver these years all the times that I've hurt those that love me the most
So I turned to the herb to forget those
All the gross things I've done
Cant
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