I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same We gon' keep spendin' blocks, said they feel my pain Went from catchin' body you gotta name Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane I was only fifteen when my mans died Lately I've being sippin' medical See my dog through a glass with his hands tied And I stay paid, he doing federal Niggas die everyday this ain't no new shit My mama pray she don't see me on no news clip That's why I run round with extendos it's like Pogo sticks Tricks let me score down got no song feelin' ruthless
I'm still sippin' on this lean wool in my mind wall Sometimes I'm tripping thinking where the fuck my mind go Dropped out of school I wanna hit the corner We was just kids lookin' for a comma Come at the six fell in love with the money Drop a gauge .541 it's on us Ain't no stoppin' [?] I done shot so many tears, I'ma let it rain on 'em, rain on 'em I gave my whole to the pen every verse, feelin' pain on 'em, pain on 'em They want to see me in that chain gang, but I cane nigga, cane nigga I need that big body Mac double R, lane switcher, lane switcher Push it down to the [?] mannequin for all the time that I hadn't had shit Nigga be broke bad they be panicking talking 'bout glizzy, you ain't blast shit The streets shoot me in converted me savage man, way before the deal I'm talking past tense Told mama [?] don't worry, soon you won't have to worry 'bout shit Shout out to them niggas that ever doubted Now I'm drippin' sticky fountain Too much water think I'm drownin' Got about fifty in my closet Told my bro I'm 'bout to take him to project AP my fear that's my shit Told my bro I'm 'bout to take him to project AP my fear that's my shit
I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same We gon' keep spendin' blocks, said they feel my pain Went from catchin' body you gotta name Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane I was only fifteen when my mans died Lately I've being sippin' medical See my dog through a glass with his hands tied And I stay paid, he doing federal Niggas die everyday this ain't no new shit My mama pray she don't see me on no news clip That's why I run round with extendos it's like Pogo sticks Tricks let me score down got no song feelin' ruthlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
