Lyrics

Dozed off in this life like where the hell I'm at
Remember days penny scraping it really take me back
Girl ain't answering calls don't want to take me back
And ops investing in laws, jail, trying to take me back
But I ain't goin for it
Present day, trying to get some cake, but not too sweet
Feeling black sheeped ain't heard from people in like 2 weeks
Lost my brodie blame the government, but they don't speak
Waterfall the hen roll a few, cause I don't sleep
Homie talking strong found out, it was so weak
Hold on to what's great thank the fam people play for keeps
Hold my head up it's time to grind till your feet hurt
Hold your head up you ganna shine we all need work
Kids lost, posted on the streets and on the tshirts
Mind lost, speaking of it all it all needs work
Lessons learned, table always turn in the clean church
Praying for the wrong things will have you reconsider birth
Pain here, really want it gone think it's leaving soon
Girl here, never want her gone but she leaving soon
No job, still get a check, we the big news
Dreads locked, let em feel free, now I'm in tune
Handicap, how the hell we working through this tough time
Got a heart gold I dare a **** go and touch mine
People want fame got em standing in a lunch line
Eating up their soul they cannibals in a tough time
Damn
Yea that shit be crazy if you ask me
Still was in the picture like I'm Stan lee
In the field, trying to make it what it can be
Shiddd
So I make it happen
Messes had to clean em up I threw away the napkin
Last one so i brought a little mess with me
If you with me in this war get a vest with me
Don't mean to get tactical but it is needed
Most the **** that had problems had stopped and conceded
Did a show in big town wasn't even greeted
Learned a lesson from real life still can't believe it
Everything in a big shell that's breaking soon
All the thoughts and emotions ganna be vacant soon
Soulless people already soulless it's nothing new
Seeing dark in the sky thinking it's better blue
For real
Mann yea that shit be crazy if you ask me
Still was in the picture like I'm Stan lee
In the field, trying to make it what it can be
Real
Bdub
Written by: Brian Williams - Rice
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