Mistakes (Myself)

Ay yk what I do Keep choppa on my hip so I can slides on these dudes But I came right back to this bad life still tryna make it out as if I’m living in a past life Man this Life is a struggle Got so many things on my mind I gotta juggle Like George my bro was tryna be king of the jungle I hope that or my kids never have to struggle Hope they never ever have to steal or smuggle Gotta keep at my craft I gotta Stay to myself like im out at sea inna raft Don’t even mind me jus chillin working on my craft But ima built my life jus gotta stay on track Shout out to lil bro Only reason my life ain’t completely fell thru a whole Of depression or obsession with these hoes I think back and think of lil bro can’t let him say Well bray was here but he could’ve been a lot better He Did weed and drugs and put all of it together Had hella potential could’ve been the hoop mayweather Only if he didn’t keep the gun under the sweater Or maybe if he ain’t get thrown in the cellar Or even if he wasn’t so focused on cheddar Maybe his life would be together Maybe he wouldn’t be alone picking up everything that’s broke apart Like a art Like a jumper he is shooting at the stars But so far his struggle is too much it’s so dark and Why did he never had no help Because he caused all his problems for himself He hung around with fake people and gave himself a fake name Ran around in thug clothes and fake chains Just trapping tryna make a name with his life at stake He bet everything and missed like a parlay