I just tried to write some shit
Up on some happy
Shit but f**k that shit
Cuz I ain't happy now
I must tried about a billion
Times to come
Nicely f**k you now
Cuz now happy hour
You gone pay the full price
Till mine go down
I won't call ya back
And I won't fly ya mail
Couple friends a bad chick
Who fine as hell
That's all I need
It's just that and saliva
Don't know what caused
The pain or what it was
Maybe the fighting
And yelling and such
Stayed getting high my guy
Licking on blunts
I just wanted acceptance
And someone to love
The same one I was with night
They had me in cuffs
Was the same one who tried to
Put knife in my guts
That divided the crew
But none of us grew up
I was drinking so much
That I shit myself once
Nowadays got other vices
I'm dealing with
Power plays blocked up
By others' opinions
Sorries go out to
Like all of my women friends
Can't find the line
Where the love ends
And hate begins
Know I need faith
But align the atheists
Stroll through the these streets
Feel like I am an alien
Instead of coin rather love
That they pay me in
Play me and I'm at ya place
With a bayonet
Fit with the vision
You don't it's incisions
I'm sick with division
A rhythm a tick
Cuz I'm sick in a kitchen
I'm licking on fingers
And dick in a chicken
Never again will I give em
Additions if don't u subtract
Shit when shit I'm in trenches
If this all u all witnessed
Then quit with the mentions
I'm sorry to my old friends
I don't keep in touch
Don't take this here the wrong
Way I ain't giving up
I'm laid up with this work
Don't think it
It's just the summer
Ain't try to see you hurt
But I'll be gone till November
My brother knows
That's I don't call enough
He pray I call before the coroner
My wifey says my boy is growing up
Why don't you spend
The day both of us
Like these when I see a friend
How the conversation start
Sorry dawg I forgot
To check the messages
Like see everybody go
And change once
They get a bit of fame
Black moss be the same
What the difference is
I'm always at the office
Contemplating trading
All the options
Player making moves the profit
You know I can't afford
To break a promise
Promise to my first born son
I'ma never see you starving
I'm losing friends
Friends I made back
When I had a Benz
Now this shit making
A lot of sense
People walk out
When the movie ends
You know people walk out
When the movie ends
I hope they know they not up
In the credit
Then
I tried to reconcile
But it was evident
I got way too much pride
To be trying to beg
I made some lemonade
Married to my dreams
Until I get a piece
I need the pie
I got a family to feed
I'm sorry
If your ego will not let you see
If there was giving up to
Do it wasn't me
I'm sorry to my old friends
I don't keep in touch
Don't take this here the wrong
Way I ain't giving up
I'm laid up with this work
Don't think it
It's just the summer
Ain't try to see you hurt
But I'll be gone till November
I'm sorry to my old friends
I don't keep in touch
Don't take this here the wrong
Way I ain't giving up
I'm laid up with this work
Don't think it
It's just the summer
Ain't try to see you hurt
But I'll be gone till November
