Texty

Back then when my shit stopped We always movin' on to the next drop I'm never tryin' to look back To the streets where the homies could get popped Always tryin' to build a side, what's left inside of me And will not be the thing that's defining me So fuck what you see and how you look at me Better get the facts right, before judgin' me I grew up so low, surrounded by drugs in a shit home Many times I just let my mind roam Whatever it took just to get gone I know that shits in the past That shit went by so fast Many years of wantin' to die But I'm glad that shit will never come back And we try to move on Hangin' off the ledge even I try holdin' on What the fuck am I doin' wrong? My past creeps, it keeps going on My message hittin' deep Wake me from my sleep I'm comatose and paralyzed from what's around me True story, yeah Whats up with all the fakeness? Why can't they keep it real? Can see right through your bullshit Just like a broken seal See I don't trust no one, I never drop my fuckin' shield The land of torment raining blood down everytime I kill Demons that's living inside of my head And they telling me that my situation going to worsen Gotta get to the top somehow someway, gotta put the work in Came too far to quit, sacrificed a lot of shit All the countless hours spent and I would do it all again Who truly has your back when your life at the all time lowest It's devil watching closely as the bodies fill the ocean Fuck religion I loving sinning All your fuckin' mindsare closed minded Blinded mothafuckas realizing that this hell ain't done rising
Writer(s): ángel Cabrera, Beau Holland, Matvei Sikalov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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