High-def. Vent remix

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I've seen and done it all
I've had it all and lost it all
Growing up I taught myself how to ball
 
Momma said grinding will get me so far
But just know I've walked the whole way
I never drove a car
I seen drive bys windows busted out
My homie laying dead on the floor
Why does this life of mine keep treating me like a whore
I have to fight back blood splattered on my hands
The fans don't care bout the lyrics
They just care as long as they get to hear it
How could anyone feel my pain
Knowing that could've been me
In my mommas hands how could I leave this world
With dirt on my sons hands
Wanna talk bad blood
But your the one always missing
Where was Josh at it wasnt supposed to go down like that
He to worried bout him self
Strung out on meth
I'm sorry you was raised in foster care yuh whole life
I know that had it hurt you don't have tell me twice
I know how it is to wake up lonley in the world
With no love no path to go nobody behind you
Just you and yourself robbing by yuh self
To make amends knowing you can't live like this
One night threw the bottle contemplating
Suicidal my boy champagne said all hope was lost
Then one trigger pull and his mind is lost
How many more people is going to leave my side
I swear to god I did everything to stop it
But that didn't stop arron hitting 160
Down a hill left his wife and daughter then come to find out
Melinda was pregnant with a baby boy
Guess that's god in three sixty
I would just like to know Lord if you could take me
And end all this suffering
Id rather sacrifice myself for everybody else to live in wealth
If that's what it takes then crucify me
Cos I feel of most of my family wanna throw dirt on me
I feel responsible for all this going on
My home boi brad just got sent to jail
For robbing over half a million dollars
What if the judge would let him go for over a million dollars
So I could teach him before it's too late for him
But what is one compared to five
I fucking hate strive
They tell me I need to slow down the drive
My highway to heaven And the gate's are closing
I'm not opposing but imma take My burning
Inhaled so much that when I exhaled didn't take much for
Me to realize were All living in hell
I don't wanna fail why do I feel betrail
Nah I ain't tryna frail
Freight line train straight threw my brain
Like your first base with cocaine
Just to win the whole thang
Selling my soul just ain't my thang
I hear the phone ringing is that my death calling
I go to pick it up and nobody's talking wake up the next morning
Man What a nightmare hope I never dream again
Got ready to leave my house my cell phone rung
And all I hear is screaming

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