Letras
Blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Black Boy on the beat
I got pain in my eyes and I can't see the future
I got blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Seem like I can't win from losing
I got pain in my eyes but I can't see the future
I got blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Seem like I can't win from losing
Daily I keep losing friends
First hustling, then lil music
The deck so just so deep
When you in deep as me it's hard to break the chain gang
Federal indictments got me cautious
Percocets got me nauseous
No more buying new designer, back to plain Jane
Feel like nobody know my struggle
I'm stressed out 'bout my lil cousin, lil Brianna
Fighting attempted murder in Kentucky
'Bout to put pressure on you niggas
I'll bring her home if I get lucky
What's the chances I climb out this hole and get my thoughts together?
Next move is checkmate
Playing chess with the devil
Sipping syrup to drown this pain
But I'm back down to my last
Tryna stay in my own lane but still they praying for the crash
Got crooked feds following me 'round
Had to take my foot off the gas
Through it all I still smile but won't be long before I blaze
I got pain in my eyes and I can't see the future
I got blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Seem like I can't win from losing
Daily I keep losing friends
First hustling, then lil music
The deck so just so deep
I got pain in my eyes and I can't see the future
I got blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Seem like I can't win from losing
Daily I keep losing friends
First hustling, then lil music
The deck so just so deep
I got pain in my eyes but I can't see the future
I can't pull my life in drive feel like I'm stuck in neutral
Selling pharmaceuticals
I turned to a user
Trying everything just to prevent turning back to that toolie
Just sitting thinking like why the
Fuck I ain't got a call from Boosie?
Or Yo Gotti, I'm from the struggle, somebody need to sign me
Note to myself, gotta go harder
Daily reminder
Seem like every other day I'm beefing with my baby mama
And I ain't got a dollar
My everyday nigga went fed and it's been a minute since we hollered
Everybody I grew up with either dead or locked up
Countless nights I be lonely
All the hoes I fucked washed up
Tryna look past some beef that ain't 'bout money
But I got pain in my eyes and I can't see the future
I got blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Seem like I can't win from losing
Daily I keep losing friends
First hustling, then lil music
The deck so just so deep
I got pain in my eyes and I can't see the future
I got blood on my hands that I can't wash away
Seem like I can't win from losing
Daily I keep losing friends
First hustling, then lil music
The deck so just so deep
I got pain in my eyes and I can't see the future