cashout
• Written by bbyblxise
Look, no I ain't make it, I ain't well known
If they want another me they gone' need to make a clone
Think I got a perfect life, couple things wrong
I ain't do body shots I am straight for your dome
Only 16, move like I'm grown
Never had -- had to get it on my own
Nights I can't sleep, there's a drunk in my home
Momma with a woman beater,
she can't stand being alone
Now every night she prepared for the worst,
can't say much she convinced it's gon' work
Momma told me be careful and put yourself first
Told her teach what you preach,
you don't even know your worth
If it happened in the dark, come to the light
I say what I want I don't care who get tight
Daddy wasn't there for most of my life
now a couple years passed and he trynna make it right
I can never go back, too far ahead
Forget how you feel yeah I said what I said
At the end of the night traumatized in my bed,
yeah I'm alive but it feel like I'm dead
And I'm not on the road, not like the rest
Tried out love but it just left me stressed
Panic attacks, my anxiety a mess
and it feel like I'm cursed but I know that I'm blessed
When it come to the truth, better come clean
Same old pimp now tight with the lease, leave the stage to the g's
And I aim with the beam and the next 24 wind up dead on the scene
Throw me to the wolves and I'm leading the pack
Speaking the truth now I'm speaking the facts
Real gangsters move in silence, I observe from the back
If you following the snakes you can lead to the rats
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bbyblxise
Member since October 18 2020