I pray to God for better days/ , sitting all alone ina small room thinking to myself should i drop this/ ima smooth operator/ Having a down bitch by your side on some Bonnie And Clyde shit/ anybody would want that/ people only see the wrong in me/ never see no good thats that shit that hurts/ ima real one/ people always lie one of the worse lies is a cowardly lie they feeling me up wit all these lies/ never cross me in less you wanna be crossed family over everything/ i admit im not the luckest/ shy but once i open up you gonna wish i never had/ im not the toughest/ if you try me ill pull it i rode wit some real ones who was suppose to be Thug Life/ they wasnt down how theysuppose to/ i aint got no friends, i dont want no friends/ i been wit a couple town girls/ sorry if it offends you thats that shit i dont like/ shits for the birds/ i got to many problems too be playing games/ the truth hurts sometimes no names/ hard times throwing my gas the ball dime / flames onna wrist/ tattoos theres meaning behind every tattoo i got/ gotta pipe summer time feel hot like im blowing flames/ somebody died and I got a new phone but I don't know what to do with it but I don't know what to do with it you can see the pain in my eyes/ everybody dies i praying God dont take me away a wise man told me, ima make it one day/ starting from the bott from doing nothing to something, that sunk in i took that to the heart it aint my fault im living this life im living so many people disown me, and try to take advantage of my kindness for weakness i gotta lotta secrets im tryna figure out these streetz they won't stop haten on me, praying on my down fall/ im all i got, alone at night ima quite dude/ i gotta lot on my mind so i write when im high as a kite/ nibble, bite, kiss on my neck/ i make you wetter then the ocean i see the pussy wet wet in yo grey leggings she fell in love wit a real one/ My son cant live this lifestyle im living so I'll make it out this trap one day mhmmhuh Gold Child this song dont add up letter to my exes you played your cards wrong i hope it was worth it i stay to myself, i stay in my own lane, never soft im hard headed, mhmm huh Gold Child i got a heart but im heartless/Thug Life money talk white chalk/