Well, I don't have the answers So I won't tell you lies Well, I don't have the answers So I won't tell you lies...
She called me out the blue, she must've sensed it She start prayin', "Dear Father" her first sentence Nose start flarin' up, eyes start tearin' up I don't pray to God, I pray to her, I know she there and stuff How she know my heart hurt? How she know I can't sleep? She don't know I'm married, still engaged to these damn streets If you can swim, fuck a bridge, sometime burn it down Did some people wrong that I shouldn't, but I'm learnin' now Hope she never hear it, I would hate to have to hurt her now I went to put in work and heard her voice, but I ain't turn around Don't worry, Grandma, 'cause the guys is with me Last charge, no co-de, only God was with me I'm paranoid: old bodies, still hear voices My back against the wall, a nigga made choices Them or me, them or me, ain't easy as it sound Keep your chin up, Timbs down, keep the strap around Kush clouds, thinkin', "Where I went wrong at?" "Am I where I'm supposed to be? Is this where I belong at?" Got some homies still livin' in the feds still Game feel like a poker table, trap feel like a treadmill Cuz got hit up, tell me stories how the lead feel And when he go to sleep he still hear it in his head still Ibuprofen, still in pain and shit His body hurt when it rain and shit Learned a lesson through him Seein' tubes connected to him Waitin' to catch the nigga who did it, then get the message to him
Well, I don't have the answers So I won't tell you lies Well, I don't have the answers So I won't tell you lies...
A couple niggas made it, a couple niggas didn't In quicksand, try and get it how my niggas livin' Shit, I don't trust a soul, that's how you gotta be And shoot first, there's no regrets and no apologies I've seen major pains, late night laser games Trapped through that drought I had to get it, niggas prayed for rain I made nothin' somethin', a little a lot I went to sleep hungry, mice riddled the pots I don't got answers, I can't tell you lies Saw flowers on them corners we was slingin' pies And you never feel it 'til your mans go Momma found it in the crib, I had to get a bando Wax home now off a eight piece We 'bout to turn up, shit, he should hate sleep Candy yams in that kitchen, I can make sweets Pack finished, four days, that's a late week
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