Torn

If I'm just here to help you then I'm cool with that I don't wanna but I gotta move with that If I got my pole then I'm using that Long as I got my soul I can't lose with that I can't tell my wrongs from my rights Got me feeling like I been alone all my life And I been a gangster all my life Tryna face my fear and shedding tears on my pipe Way before I gained fame I was living like it Couldn't afford a gold chain and I was looking like it But I ain't had no dirty sneaks I was in the trenches Black gloves for like thirty weeks heart full of hate no debate Let that thirty speak (Grr) White tees turn to white sheets Riding bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek I got tired of the streets, I had to give it up (Up) Then the day I lost my brother, I ain't give a f- On a route and if it's more of us, split it up Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (Baow) Witness so much death, it ain't no rules, get a ref' (Uh-huh) Bust this wide left, they callin' 911, Wyclef (Uh) I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm going And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowing I can't go out sweet, my n-s need me Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me Remember I lost Kobe cried all evening (All evening) Took another loss then cried while I'm grieving We lost Richie Rich we lookin' for seasons (Yeah) Police on my d- they lookin' for reasons I can't do a bid I'm moving strategic (G Herbo) Forty on my rib guess I'm still a heathen (You know that) Shot but I'm back on the block, I'm toting and bleedin' And he got hit like I got hit but he ain't f-ing breathin' This that real dope s- like I need a needle This that Lil Heron flow but you don't know him either Say they want that Lil Herb but you don't know him either You see me on Instagram but you don't know I'm evil This s- get vicious over here, Danny Glover lethal I been rapping all year like Nasir on Ether Sitting with a full plate and I can't even eat it Totin' Hammers catching cases still ain't even beat it (Uh) I was poor, I decided I ain't living like that no more Honestly, I ain't lying like that no more High speeds, I ain't riding like that no more Lord please, sick of funerals don't want no more of these Bless me with some mansions and some foreign keys Bless me with some money no more mourning Let me see my kids in the morning Praying on my knees, I need a warning Ain't no fury like a woman scorned Every single rose got a thorn I used to be whole now I'm torn