I Ain't Been the Same

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