It's Gone Be a While

To be honest this... This right here is probably the hardest shit I ever had to go through To be honest I'm so sick and tired Of being sick and tired It's gone a while Before I crack a smile To get you back I'll do whatever, walk a thousand miles Everybody say I need to let that pain out But what's that bout to change now Stressing losing weight now Bitch I miss my daddy In my feelings, in a way now Invested in my talent Add it up, mathematics Smoking so much weed, but I'll never be a addict Yea If god woulda told me Look I woulda been home Life way too hard Look I coulda been gone I'm tired of writing all these motherfuckin pain songs My daddy passed away when he just fucking came home I done had it all Lost it all in a week The type of life I live, you can't make it if you weak Don't tell nobody, keep it street Keep it all, yeah Discret And that pain run so deep, It be hard for me to sleep I'm so sick and tired Of being sick and tired It's gone a while Before I crack a smile To get you back I'll do whatever, walk a thousand miles Everybody say I need to let that pain out But what's that bout to change now Stressing losing weight now Bitch I miss my daddy In my feelings, in a way now Invested in my talent Add it up, mathematics Smoking so much weed, but I'll never be a addict Yea Wake up crying every morning, I can't seem to find no peace And my brother keep a piece It get deadly in the streets Got a call from my momma saying daddy gone And my brother voice cracking through the jail phone I was on the way from laffy On the way home Look, I gotta tell my sister This a sad song I was just happy Coming back from Texas I ain't even home Even in my section Gotta keep a weapon Steppers steading stepping Gotta book a session I'd done been to school But yea this my profession I don't answer phones I don't mind texting God damn I miss my daddy I might book another session, tell Tyren pop a addy And my brother keep a sticks Like a golfer, like a caddy Don't nobody love me like my momma So every fucking comma, I get it for my momma God please forgive me, ima lie to your honor Know I gotta get it cause I really like designer I get that from my daddy, he was flashy love designer Stepping off in dixie With that gas, yea this rasta When I told my sister, broke down like a gram I couldn't fucking breathe, and I couldn't find no air I don't want you, I don't share Oh yea, this pussy shit ain't fair I'ma make'em hit the block Go around carrousel Putting smoke up in the air Why I gotta go to funerals?... Why everybody can't get old?... Why you can't do what you told?... Friends, even family even fold... My heart really broke to pieces Left on the court with no defense This the only really thing That's my weakness I barely be sleeping, tires steady screechin' Jumping off the deep end, I can't even pretend You don't really love me, cause we always fucking beefing And I don't really care, this the shit that got me cheefin' Ride around with PJ Don't get home til the evening You saying that you love me, I don't really know the meaning Meri call my phone, just to see if I been eating Don't call my phone if you ain't never in my recents For my brothers and my sisters Yea, I love y'all til the end.