Letra

All this stress and this drama got me feeling really burnt out Used to know a couple G's but you seen now they turnt out, ay No, I don't never run, no, I don't never hide They come for you when they see you on the rise I get the trippin' when I think about my life You see the pain when you look inside my eyes, ayy I'm really workin' Breaking weed up on my hand, fuck a surface Tryna keep my mind busy 'cause I'm hurtin' Sorry baby, I'm just real, I ain't perfect, yeah But I'm tryna be Boy, I'm fly, graduated from astronomy Boy, I got it out the mud, why you mad at me? I'm just tryna run the bands for the family, ayy I'm gonna do what I say, gonna do it No more, can fuck with you if I don't know you Baby boy, I'm tryna win You ain't the boy if you ain't been inside the crib You got no scars than you can never be bitch And this emotion that I'm on, it hit different It hit deeper And I can't imagine like without speakers If they counting everybody, fuck a research Shout out all them boys behind walls going either, ayy And shout out to the sheriff too 'Cause they bump my music, shout out to the sheriff too, yeah When I'm alone in the stu' I'm seeing shadows get to thinking I don't know if it's you When I'm alone in my room Wicked thoughts get to creepin', I don't know what to do No, I don't know how I'm gonna keep on pushing, but I got to (I got to) I can never let none fold me, no Finna keep my word but if my grave, it come first Then you got to Got to play this at my funeral Wish I was there when my brothers got shot Wish I was there when my nephew got robbed Wish I was there when my brother passed away Wished the gun jammed when it was pointed in his way I lost my mind in so many situations You only get one chance so take it, don't be sad Get caught up by no street code It's all losses, I can't even tryna preach though Yeah, you know I'm going hard for my people One like me, you ain't never met before The doctor said, "Stop smokin'", I said, "How?" It really numb the pain, it mellow me out I'm really getting paid, I run up banks now And yet you see through all the bullshit I just smile I fight until there's none left of me I can't call this shit my life, I can it destiny, yeah No, I don't know how I'm gonna keep on pushing, but I got to (I got to) I can never let none fold me, no Finna keep my word but if my grave, it come first Than you got to Got to play this at my funeral No, I don't know how I'm gonna keep on pushing, but I got to (I got to) I can never let none fold me, no I'm finna keep my word but if my grave, it come first Boy, you got to Got to play this at my funeral No, I don't know how I'm gonna keep on pushing, but I got to (I got to) I'm finna keep my word but if my grave, it come first Boy, you got to You got to play this at my funeral
Writer(s): Timothy James Deal, Tom Aspaul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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