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