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I know how it feels like to be alone

I know how it feels like to be sad

Sometimes you need time to be right

But it feels like it will never be alright

I hear tires screaming on the other side

That's another brother from another mother dying

Tax quicken, car racing, speed chasing, law firing

Now we crying

We partying when other people dying

I never understood why we can't just be all one

Me and I want my songs to sell worldwide

But if I go platinum it's world-war

Imma finesse the game and finally go far

I hope everything will still be all cool

I can't be happy right now my smile is awful

(My smile)

Is awful

(I remember)

I looked up watch the moon come out the sky

Reminiscing on my past when I was

Family was alright (Smiles)

Joys to their faces

Everything was alright

Remember

I was just a kid who didn't know what's right

Who didn't know what hardness meant

Who didn't know what greatness meant

Who didn't know what Happiness meant

Till my aunty passed away

And then we went broke right away

I never open my eyes

I grew up really too fast

The life ahead of me I don't think it's gonna last

It's going too fast, who to trust when family comes last

I'm surrounded by the world full of dust so I'm blind

I can only see the past, I choose to do right

Because it's always the right time to do what's right

Pass me the pipe, turn off the light, I'm tryna get high

That's right, Don't ask me why.

You got crack? No I got lean

F**k that shit n**a don't think I'm mean

Cause I am me (Ye n**a I am me)

Some people feel the rain

Other just get wet

Love the life you live

Live the life you love

Find something to live for

It may be what you die

(Yeah what you die for)

It feels good

Not it don't feel good

I know how it feels like to be alone

I know how it feels like to be sad

Sometimes you need time to be right

But it feels like it will never be alright

I hear tires screaming on the other side

That's another brother from another mother dying

Tax quicken, car racing, speed chasing, law firing

Now we crying.

We partying when other people dying

I never understood why we can't just be all one

Me and I want my songs to sell worldwide

But if I go platinum it's world-war

Imma finesse the game and finally go far (Yeah finally go far)

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