Lyrics:
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
carving these words until I'm parked in my hearse
The world is strange, you can't see stars from the earth
Unless you travel far away from where you are
always so welcoming
Every time her daddy comes home
From handling business
Doesn't matter what time of day or night
Whenever I slip into the bed
her
And you was pose' to be my brother cuz I called you my bro
Sippin' on lean straight by the case my brudda died when he told
I'm like a rose pedal in
I keep on comin' back oh back to you
Baby uh
I keep on comin' back
From day one they down to ride
Every second since then, they're by my side
of what we do is just as bad as what we been through
Money had till it's all been used I'm just glad I'm not on the news
Rising from the ashes posted with
looked in and I could only find her there
She took me by the arm
And showed me her special charm
By the tenth second
I knew I was home
And she came in
Pistol loaded it’s in the seat
I’m on a constant tweak but I feel like me
Hurricane creek is my home
By them ol’ train tracks
Where I was raised up
it
I say I'm alive so I already made it
Be happy what you got, cause it can be taken
By earth, or home invasion
I don't support crime
One crime one
what the fuck do they want
From me
I'm only one man
And it's hard to operate when it ain't no sleep
(It's hard to operate when there ain't no sleep)
Aight Keyze let's make some raps huh
Turn it up a little bit I can't hear it, yeah
I'm feeling like a god
The power's killing me
There's lighting in
just want to stay
A home far from home, so far away
I know it might hurt you, I'm sure it will
I'm just tryin' to show you all that I feel
I'm dead
texting, WhatsApp message there's no focusing
When you're phone is tweeting, hyping, Instagram liking, likes are rolling in
All this from a Fire In
the messages I present
Such an immense feeling it's like I'm about to blow
If I keep on making music I will inevitably grow
I just gotta remind myself, that my
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo
Life, they wonder, can they take me under?
Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo
I come from the housing tenement
through, return my message
You’re the teacher, Lord, I need another lesson
I ask forgiveness, I’ve been distant, I’m just wishing that you listen
I know
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
When I'm by myself, in my head, it's another zone When I'm in the bed, read the text, then
I threw the phone Said she had it, I don't need it,
work
And there's no end to it
There's not even a break
Bus ride home, I'm just another commoner
Embraced every night by the glow of my monitors
Can't
in my studio more than dope
A message from a kid talking bout music I wrote so he was scrabbling with paragraph's and
Talking about life on the edge
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
to come down from your throne and watch your tone
I’m not an enemy
I couldn’t be
Even if I wanted
I don’t hold enough authority to hold you underwater
of death is what I'm seeing oh, you just didn't know
Old friends is sniffin' coke, rappers swear that they spittin' dope
Homies surrounded by more green than
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