Lyrics

Tears cant explain the pain cause it aint physically Loosing the ones you love mentally start to get to you Cloud nine got me high swear I need a parachute Spiritual The work that i put in this aint no miracle Had no idea my growth started offending you How questioning me this aint no interview Like I wasnt there when you needed me Gang shit I pulled up immediately you know that I was in the streets Trap house i couldnt eat why niggas wana take from me Like I aint had to work for every penny while these niggas sleep Reasons why I sayless you know they say talk is cheap The one that always talk the loudest Usually be the one thats weak Seem like me and baby i just had convos about winning Hate to see my nigga die Even tho he still living Selfish thinking wishing you was here You know real niggas is rare When caskets drop then they care You know who was really there Thick and thin Not too many friends hold you down when you at the end Not too many friends say they proud when they see you win But wana benefit from the blessings you got coming in Being a fake nigga now thats a sin Yea Being a fake bitch now thats a sin Word to anubis its judgment for those who pretend Word to anubis its judgment for those who pretend
Writer(s): Christopher Cross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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