Lyrics:
Traumatized by shit I seen or heard
But making it just fine
Still question it like why?
Why you always call me when you're lonely?
Why you never call me when
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
sitting on overalls
Life testing me constantly like its filming an over all
Talking to myself like when I make it it's over for y'all
Now they can't wait
it's us when we all walking by diamonds been bling
Shit, glad you listened to these Honda Civic Chronicles
Thought that I was gonna lay back y'all so
you're already stuck in my head
I keep thinking about a life with you right by my side
Can't wait to fall in love with your eyes
And hear all about your
in two gallons
Am I hindered by the time in my life
Or is that only in my mind I need some time to unwind
This is the longest that I’ve been gone
So I
talents
Plate full like eight liters in two gallons
Am I hindered by the time in my life?
Or is that only in my mind
I need sometime to unwind
This is
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin' how I'm livin', one mo' week
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
You've ruined my life ever since the age of five you've just
Tried to make me cry had me with a knife on my wrist screaming cut
Why do you want me to die?
his soul out the balenciagas
13 I was young smoking marijuana
Had to live tragic, I aint have a dollar
Had work magic like im Harry Potter
Fake ass
Country left For Old Men
Didn't get the memo, why nobody told him
Paid the price for this Inherent Vice
Ain't no ritual, my life's a sacrifice
They tried
Harry, where are you?
You ain't picking up my calls
I'm getting worried
Call me back when you can
I love you
I remember those dark days when i felt
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
they take the album
Take it home and start sweating
Why? Well, it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
To take KRS-One's title
To them I'm like an idol,
Man, I wish life was perfect, but its whatever man
We all go through shit
That's why I'm just grindin' every single day
And I'm finna make it
Look
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
I need premium
To fly higher than helium
Try to get to Elysium
That's why I never listen to Jay Z
Albums costing so much that it's making me crazy
I
the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin'
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
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