real talk
So much in my head, got me movin’ back, Tryna dodge the reaper, don’t wanna fade to black. I don’t wanna end up dead, so I grab another pack, Tryna numb the pain, yeah, I’m caught up in the trap. Late nights in the bed, thoughts heavy on my chest, Wishing they would hit me back, I’m just tryna do my best. My gang the only fam I got, we been through every test, World cold as ice, but we still ain’t dressed to rest. Momma poppin’ pills on the low, told her stop, She just hit another line, now she ‘bout to drop. I been cryin’ in my soul, tryna hold the pain, Poppin’ bottles back to back, drownin’ in the rain. Real talk — this more than music, this a message, Scars on my heart, I ain’t even learned my lessons. Workin’ in the shadows, movin’ silence, no confession, Tryna dodge the system, still applyin’ all this pressure. Stressin’ more and more, feel it building in my chest, Gotta plot my way out, can’t settle for less. Before I lose it all, put a bullet in my brain, I reflect on the pain and the love I never gained. Tired of the chains, tired of bein’ restrained, I need a fast change, don’t wanna die in vain. Can’t go out like Pac, I got stories to tell, From a cold little crib to the gates of hell. Momma chose a man over kids, left me in the dark, I was just a small boy, walkin’ streets with a spark. All I ever wanted was my momma to be home, But the fridge was empty, and I was all alone. Now I’m sittin’ here, eyes red, heart stone, Wishing I could call ‘em, but they all gone. Big bro locked up, he ain’t never comin’ home, So I roll three deep, face blunts to the dome.
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So much in my head, got me movin’ back, Tryna dodge the reaper, don’t wanna fade to black. I don’t wanna end up dead, so I grab another pack, Tryna numb the pain, yeah, I’m caught up in the trap. Late nights in the bed, thoughts heavy on my chest, Wishing they would hit me back, I’m just tryna do my best. My gang the only fam I got, we been through every test, World cold as ice, but we still ain’t dressed to rest. Momma poppin’ pills on the low, told her stop, She just hit another line, now she ‘bout to drop. I been cryin’ in my soul, tryna hold the pain, Poppin’ bottles back to back, drownin’ in the rain. Real talk — this more than music, this a message, Scars on my heart, I ain’t even learned my lessons. Workin’ in the shadows, movin’ silence, no confession, Tryna dodge the system, still applyin’ all this pressure. Stressin’ more and more, feel it building in my chest, Gotta plot my way out, can’t settle for less. Before I lose it all, put a bullet in my brain, I reflect on the pain and the love I never gained. Tired of the chains, tired of bein’ restrained, I need a fast change, don’t wanna die in vain. Can’t go out like Pac, I got stories to tell, From a cold little crib to the gates of hell. Momma chose a man over kids, left me in the dark, I was just a small boy, walkin’ streets with a spark. All I ever wanted was my momma to be home, But the fridge was empty, and I was all alone. Now I’m sittin’ here, eyes red, heart stone, Wishing I could call ‘em, but they all gone. Big bro locked up, he ain’t never comin’ home, So I roll three deep, face blunts to the dome.
dope track keep doing what you do nice lyrics
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