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Sad Song
- (Starts at 0:15)
- Baby, ohhhh
- I don't even know what to say on this beat for real
- Chorus 1
- (Starts at 0:28)
- Sad song on the beat, like a momma who lost her son
- I've never felt this way, on or off of the drugs
- I tried aIl this love shit, only lasted for a month
- Thought I found the one, the person told me that they loved me once
- Sad song on the beat, like a father touting guns
- thought he was fighting for his country, but bad example for his sons
- Broken family turned broken life, I was always on the run
- Trading a pistol for drugs, out here selling millions
- Verse 1
- (Starts at 0:58)
- Turning profit
- selling drugs
- Shooting at niggas, don't give no fucks
- Pouring soda
- dirty cup
- Drug life living barely off the rush
- Hopeless changes
- barely there
- Light squeeze the trigger, dangerous
- Run them down
- Shoot em' up
- Head shot, it ooze and gush
- Never changed, a single day
- Every morning, I get up and pray
- Pray to god, for my life
- I'm the nigga they try to slay
- Run to the bank, need to get paid
- Get in my way, choppa gonna spray
- I don't just say it, ask Ja'may
- But the response going through his grave
- Bridge
- (Starts at 1:27)
- I know niggas saying they shooters, better bring in better players
- Cause when I ride through, I don't park, I drift round hitting strangers
- Only real ones around me, I don't put trust in these fakers
- Last one to break my heart, under the ground a couple layers
- Verse 2
- (Starts at 1:42)
- Never putting trust in a hoe, I gave up on finding love
- Crying tears of red soda, codeine coming from above
- Never flying the white flag, peace ain't related to white doves
- Summer heat, under pressure, breaking backs while making love
- Take my temperature, my neck cold, but my bars are getting hot
- Damn near melted all my diamonds, brand new necklace I just copped
- Juice WRLD right, saying hoes are all the same, just a thought
- A story with no ending, I'm gonna end up just like 'Pac (respect)
- When I drop a verse, I always make out to be a legend
- RIP to the fallen ones, we can never refill their places
- To the ones that I made fallen, I always still see their faces
- Strike, Strike, out the park I made sure to hit all my bases
- Chorus 2
- (Starts at 2:24)
- Sad songs ain't all I write, just what I write off drugs
- If you can't tell that I'm high, then you aren't worthy of my love
- I thought I found the one, all these bitches gonna have a crush
- I have never told a lie, Never told a single one
- Verse 3
- (Starts at 2:40)
- Life is always full of strife, just ask a nigga broken
- Remember days, all in the kitchen, making crack and pistol touting
- Carrying drugs and rolling blunts, take it to the face, I was smoking
- She was the perfect one, kissing her neck, we get to strokin'
- Chorus 1
- Sad song on the beat, like a momma who lost her son
- I've never felt this way, on or off of the drugs
- I tried aIl this love shit, only lasted for a month
- Thought I found the one, the person told me that they loved me once
- Sad song on the beat, like a father touting guns
- thought he was fighting for his country, but bad example for his sons
- Broken family turned broken life, I was always on the run
- Trading a pistol for drugs, out here selling millions
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