Suicide Letter

I've been lost and traumatized On the block and he clutching I don't like some bad guys who kill for nothing, ayy I done seen a lot of shit but I'm staying out running Never changed up on the gang, I always kept it a hunnid If you my brother then I got you, when you call, yeah, I'm coming I gotta make it out the city, I can't die with this money Percocets, they have me grieving, put a twist in my stomach Trust no bitch, they always leaving, I get played like a dummy Flex so hard 'cause I ain't have it, I was broke with no money My cousin died, it left me scarred, in the dark, I was running Never believed in all the hype, niggas be moving too funny Can't trust a soul, I think my dawg be tryna snake me for money It break my heart behind the wall, collecting calls for my cousin Bro in the trap selling that raw, ain't finish school, he was flunking And I thought my dawg could really ball At twelve year old he was dunking He lost it all, his mama died and she left him with nothing Shell shocked and traumatized, on the block and he clutching I don't like some bad guys who will kill you for nothing He got tears in his eyes, he ain't fucking with school Mama dead, his daddy died, he's just lost and confused Feel like he's fade against the odds, lock yourself in your room Looking out the window and he just stare at the moon Weekends he stay at home, he don't mess with nobody Tryna get himself together all the time 'cause he plotting Feeling played 'bout everything 'Cause what they got, he don't got it But he ain't tryna do no wrong, he pray that God really got him Feel like he giving up, put the MAC in his bag He doing hits to earn money, running low on that cash He can't vent about his parents and it's making him mad I wanna tell the whole story but the ending just sad I done seen a lot of shit but I'm staying out, running Never changed up on the gang, I always kept it a hunnid If you my brother then I got you, when you call, yeah, I'm coming I gotta make it out the city, I can't die with this money Percocets, they have me grieving, put a twist in my stomach Trust no bitch, they always leaving, I get played like a dummy Flex so hard 'cause I ain't have it, I was broke with no money My cousin died, it left me scarred, in the dark, I was running Never believed in all the hype, niggas be moving too funny Can't trust a soul, I think my dawg tried to snake me for money It break my heart behind the wall, collecting calls for my cousin Bro in the trap selling that raw, ain't finish school, he was flunking And I thought my dawg could really ball At twelve year old he was dunking He lost it all, his mama died and she left him with nothing Shell shocked and traumatized, on the block and he clutching I don't like some bad guys who will kill you for nothing