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Choice's
album cover
Choice's was released on December 13, 2023 by Hippie Haze as a part of the album Choice's - Single
December 13, 2023
LabelHippie Haze
LanguageEnglish
BPM83
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Hook:
Pain and all the struggle, you don’t understand the half of it
Dead Roses on that corner, hold broken dreams with some candle lit
Everybody turnt nowadays acting like savages,
Lil Homie caught a body, then killed himself couldn’t handle it
Aye, everybody got a choice right
Aye, everybody got a choice
They say everybody got a choice right
Tell me what else was I posed to do, streets forced my hand
Verse 1:
Dreams of foreign cars, had us sitting in that trap house
Brody serving life, they popped his cousin so he crashed out
All we ever wanted was a bag to rap on stages,
New body bag on they pavement, see to us that’s still payment
Gang Shit, all I ever wanted was that china gold
Grim Reaper, tucked behind my belt I take a soul
Play like it’s a game, I got guns under my name
Bro got straps without them stamps, send them goblins up yo driveway
I remember being homeless, was jugging so I can eat
Helping pay my momma rent, when I was only 14
I remember waking up in that spital, after I OD’d
I remember going through it, finally sober off the lean
See my homegirl was a prostitute, still put her kids in school
Now her kids got they degrees, I bet you can do it too
Only when you give up, is when they can say you failed
If you dive into them trenches, ain’t no excuses if you tell
Hook:
Pain and all the struggle, you don’t understand the half of it
Dead Roses on that corner, hold broken dreams with some candle lit
Everybody turnt nowadays acting like savages,
Lil Homie caught a body, then killed himself couldn’t handle it
Aye, everybody got a choice right
Aye, everybody got a choice
They say everybody got a choice right
Tell me what else was I posed to do, streets forced my hand
Verse 2:
I Keep a pistol on my person, if you ever make it personal
Name the toughest in yo circle, bet they be the first to go
Loyalties a must, once it’s damaged can’t take it back
Same people that shook his hand, same people that had him whacked
Backdoor situations make it hard for you to trust
Same stick that I let you hold, was the same I watched bust
Stranded in them trenches, gone turn you into a monsta
Drug Habits, is my only bandage for all of my trauma
Blood stains ain’t no rust stains, on that concrete
Blood on my hands, got memories that still haunt me
Dead homies, life for a life is what it costed me
Only way to ID that body, was by the teeth
Nightmares yeah them night terrors, PTSD
Thugged out in that drug house, lil homie bust rounds
He was tryna fit in, but really didn’t have it in him
His conscience done ate him up, suicide before they killed him
Written by: Vince Edward Elarmo
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