Top Songs By Young Neves
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Alec Hopkins
Songwriter:in
jah-youth lopez
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I'ma let this shit bleed one time, you know what I'm saying, let this feeling out
Got a whole list of shit that I'm tired of, I tend to go irate when I'm fired up
Feel like another person inside, tryna hide him yeah, what's more conniving
Your fam that you call blood, dick riding **** gold digging bitches that buy love?
Been had a three peat, shit, I was on a heat streak
Not really knowing who's around me, I was moving sleepy
I left Rhode Island, back to Cali, shit was getting sneaky
Flew to PR with the wifey, I'm like…
I need some smoke, my anxiety kicking in
Someone else inside my head controlling how I'm listening
Cause sometimes I might just strike on sight, I don't pick the sin
Stomp a **** in some Timberlands, go ahead, talk shit again
I done banged it out from fists to guns
Licks for funds, then broke all over again
Left at square one before I starved
Bet against all the odds, like, fuck a quick sponsor
Artist and I'm a author, though I ain't been a real father
My little **** almost eight, this shit getting bonkers
Last time I seen him, he was like three, playing with Tonkers
Rather the weed instead of pills, that help me feel the calmest
Cause it's the energy you put in that you face regardless
Fuck playing them corners, I need the corner market
Expanding goals towards the top, till I reach the target
It's God given, type of shit to go increase the margin
I'm getting lifted with my spirits that's dearly departed
Yeah
My ****
Love ones passed away
My **** ain't here no more
This shit's like therapy, you know what I'm saying
What other way I'ma get it out
Jinsu
Neves
Ain't nothin to it but to do it, ****
Can't lose my focus, I won't lose my focus
Won't let them see me weak, so I don't show emotions
I'm probably chilling, coughing, smoking, that's just how I'm coping
These bitches fucking, sucking, stroking, that's just how they hoing
I miss my **** reminiscing on our best moments
And getting money til my mom ain't gotta stress on it
I told my brother, if I got it, you could bet on it
And told that bitch, I only trust you far as I could throw it
I see my own fam do the coldest
Try to go behind my back and think that I would notice
Kick me when I'm down, when I'm at my lowest
Damn, what's really at my lowest
I kept my chin up, chest out, I don't ever show shit
Remember mama was stressed out, try and keep us floating
Lost my ****, I kept closest, man, it's hard to cope with
All this pain inside my heart, I'm scarred and left me hopeless
Left me hopeless, forreal
Left me hopeless, forreal
Left me hopeless, real
Left me hopeless, real
Written by: Alec Hopkins, jah-youth lopez