July 4th

I'm feeling pain on a much different scale

They been waiting to see a nigga fail

And i been feeling like i live in hell

I got shot on July 4th

They say they seen blood and like too many shells

In the streets ain't no remorse

You see who with ya when you sitting in jail

I hear a voice it's Shooby wish me well

This feel like a different world

I got tension building up

Plus i ain't up and i'm on 2 different bails

I show love until a bitch rebel

Then i take my shit and bail

Take my shit and leave

I might die to the streets

Unc died from sickle cell

How you feeling

(Ohhh)

Like i done helped out way too many

(Ohhhh)

And this pain that i been facing

It been hard for me to shake it

I feel it's karma coming to get me

Yeaaa

Bitch we bust to kill

They scream fuck the real

Then let the busters live

Take a bunch of pills

Then look in the mirror and don't know what appears

But i hustle still

I know if she don't love me then my brothers will

Cause she ain't for me

And she can't tell you who the fuck Bubba is

I been chasing this shit for a couple years

We slang that stick it get gutta here

Telling my pain to a dozen ears

Getting carried away by this double seal

She probably lie to my face but be there when i ache

So i tell her i love her still

That shit'll be right in my way when i try to go chase it

I feel like i'm running still

I just sit back let assumptions build

I'm the one who believe nun i hear

I can not move with no gun out here

I take that pipe where my mother live

Losing my life it ain't nun i fear

Too many tears got my bucket filled

Trusting a bitch got my brother killed

Since then i don't know how the fuck i feel

How you feeling