Текст песни
Still spill my heart on a cheap mic
Knew the grass wasn't greener but we still tried
30 pills not pressed for a steep price
Roll the dice when outside, gamble with his life
Know the love was really tainted but it feel right
Sparks fly & niggas die, it was a good night
Cold summer, heat tucked, it kept the block warm
Tend to wake up in a dream, like it's bloodbourne
Brother told me that he noticed I'm in rare form
Don't got a dollar to my name, then I'm not going
Pretty bitch shedding tears to the Mac album
Kinda hard on my dawg to bring the best out him
I know we could weather storms without a raincoat
If my dawgy catch another hope he lay low
I've been writing raps sober tryna catch a feel
I've been itching for a yop, I need a better thrill
Treat my dawgs like we blood, they a Godsend
Bitch I really rap forreal, fuck a moshpit
If I died writing this, I'd still be top 10
Hoping someone grab the wheel before I crash out
Ever bottle up your feelings then you blackout?
Know the labels see a nigga as a cash cow
And the color of my skin could get me gunned down
I'm still bitter as I choose to be, I know it's me
That's the problem, causing problems just be alone
I ask God why he won't take me but he took my dawg
Pay it forward for my nigga, tired of my wrongs
But I know I'll sin again & put it in a song
Niggas think the city pretty but this shit gritty
Know some niggas quick to smoke you for a buck 50
I ain't tryna feed the hood but rest in peace Nipsey
I stopped drowning in a bottle, but I feel tipsy
When this pressure hit my chest, I get a bit dizzy
When it's pressure in my life, I get a bit distant
Do you love me for potential? What the fuck is it
I can't go back to the licks, I'll probably hate prison
Can't spend time inside a cage, I'm feeling caged now
When this shit start getting weird, I tend to back out
When this shit start getting weird, I tend to back down