Lyrics:
I view others through a filtered snapshot
Then view myself as a flawed long shot
That’s no way to treat myself, not ever
That’s not the truth
mood
You're the only one that seen me at my lowest
You really tore my heart up when you walked right by
Girl just talk to me, stop actin' all phony
You
it ain't and imma tell you what it is
Yeah Aye
See I'm the truth
Keep that shit a stack every time I hit the booth
Yeah I'm finna pop my shit nah I
live fantasies
And she wanna get numb
This is getting outta hand I count us lapping
Eyes on the prize make your way and ask what's happening
She say
a victim to make sure he wins
He got the crew's back up and they know where the truth is
I've tried to love that woman but she played me sick
She said am too
dealing with a counterfeit
The truth hurts and it make you hard to live with
I thank God for the way that my brain works
Keep sending me signals when I need
won't go away
And Days go by, without giving in, but I still will find myself back on the floor
And you've called me to live a new life for you, but I
There are seven of red and there are six of white
It's the blood and truth of the stars and stripes
Through a perilous night, with our banner waved
that, I need you by my side
So we can hop inside the M, and take a ride
Reminiscing on how we missed out
Over the years together shed
Our tears together
on the concepts, nonsense
I been having cents with the
Shit in my pocket nigga hold the lockets
Been speaking holding comments
Hit ya ass harder than a comet
Rocket
boogers in my watch
Yeah, I got six bullets in the Glock
But I'ma make 'em count, everybody gettin' hit up top
Yeah, nigga, I'm off a six of Wock'
Finna
broke you don't sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah
Look, aye keep that Glock by my Tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath
personal, why?
Now everybody wanna rap about they personal lives
Before that it was non-existant
Me, I'm an addict with an addiction for anything that
a guerilla, by any
Means that I'd murder if I have to
Heard my homie's working as an undercover
Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
Could it be
the park,
Really dont matter if you missed it,
Youtube by tomorrow,
Too much Love from oversea,
Live from Memphis Tennessee,
The nigga hit me up from france
butt-naked
I made a vow to my creator and I won't break it
[ Chorus ] (sung w/ adlibs by Chino*)
So many tears I've cried *I've cried
So much pain inside
shit aint what it seems x2
Freedom of speech freedom of choice,
Freedom to live freedom to die,
Freedom to try we given a voice
Gimme a reason that i
surprised to find
Half-truths are an alibi for straight up lies
Now feels like I'm singing six feet underground
This heart is beating without any sound
like charity's the case
Tryna embarrass me's a mistake
I'll put him in the air
And let gravity invade hit him more
When he hit the floor how can he
Uh
Premo, D&D y'all, that's right
I wanna speak a little truth
About what guns is really about
'Cause me being a victim of guns
Was
punked
This is beyond a joke
I'm so on edge
You'd think I was scared
Of my own shadow
It's days like these
I gotta live by my motto
Get in the car
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
everybody holla your town
We from the bay we all hear the shit the same way
From the valley to the bay ready for some gun play
[Woodie]
Homie we slang and we
I was born down in the handle
I was brought up by the strap
When the devil starts to show up in your dreams
Then it's hard to get your dreams back
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