I'm really goin crazy I be stressing I can't think straight
My Momma cryin mind of violence I just wanna be great
And I can't even leave my house without my fye cuz pussies wanna act snake
They Plotting on they brothers for a ticket man this shit fake
Free all of my brothas behind them chains I know they lost hope
That's why when I be bussin plays a youngin always drive slow
They Praying on my downfall make me insane I go loco
But I could never fold that's on my sister I'll stay tentoes
Emotions locked inside a box cuz Im afraid to open up
My Brudda poppin pills turn to a junkie pray he sober up
Not to mention fighting demons Pour em in my double cup
Fading for respect and gripping tecs I swear the burg be rough
I'm feelin like I'm all alone and god ignoring every prayer
I miss the days without a worrie momma playin with my hair
Yea these Bitches come and go that's why I'm heartless I don't got a care
I'll up the 40 for a better life but y'all jus talk and stare
I'm on a mission I just wanna make a mill and stack my chips
That way when I'm older I can grant my siblings every wish
I'm fishin why you dissin pussies bussin but they always miss
They accidentally shooting and they Folding when they on a lick
I can't even talk about the shit that's really on my mind
Really when I vent I feel like imma f*ckin drop and cry
Pops had always told me make decisions only if they wise
That's why I can't quit no matter what ill stay on my grind
I'm Skipping school and failing classes teachers lookin at me crazy
ADD Anxiety with dreams of sliding in mercedes
Fighting with my friends because I think that they gon f*ckin play me
Trying to understand my mind oh well I guess that's how god made me
WHAT THE FUCK
DAMN
WHAT THE FUCK
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I'm really goin crazy I be stressing I can't think straight
My Momma cryin mind of violence I just wanna be great
And I can't even leave my house without my fye cuz pussies wanna act snake
They Plotting on they brothers for a ticket man this shit fake
Free all of my brothas behind them chains I know they lost hope
That's why when I be bussin plays a youngin always drive slow
They Praying on my downfall make me insane I go loco
But I could never fold that's on my sister I'll stay tentoes
Emotions locked inside a box cuz Im afraid to open up
My Brudda poppin pills turn to a junkie pray he sober up
Not to mention fighting demons Pour em in my double cup
Fading for respect and gripping tecs I swear the burg be rough
I'm feelin like I'm all alone and god ignoring every prayer
I miss the days without a worrie momma playin with my hair
Yea these Bitches come and go that's why I'm heartless I don't got a care
I'll up the 40 for a better life but y'all jus talk and stare
I'm on a mission I just wanna make a mill and stack my chips
That way when I'm older I can grant my siblings every wish
I'm fishin why you dissin pussies bussin but they always miss
They accidentally shooting and they Folding when they on a lick
I can't even talk about the shit that's really on my mind
Really when I vent I feel like imma f*ckin drop and cry
Pops had always told me make decisions only if they wise
That's why I can't quit no matter what ill stay on my grind
I'm Skipping school and failing classes teachers lookin at me crazy
ADD Anxiety with dreams of sliding in mercedes
Fighting with my friends because I think that they gon f*ckin play me
Trying to understand my mind oh well I guess that's how god made me
WHAT THE FUCK
DAMN
WHAT THE FUCK
My Momma cryin mind of violence I just wanna be great
And I can't even leave my house without my fye cuz pussies wanna act snake
They Plotting on they brothers for a ticket man this shit fake
Free all of my brothas behind them chains I know they lost hope
That's why when I be bussin plays a youngin always drive slow
They Praying on my downfall make me insane I go loco
But I could never fold that's on my sister I'll stay tentoes
Emotions locked inside a box cuz Im afraid to open up
My Brudda poppin pills turn to a junkie pray he sober up
Not to mention fighting demons Pour em in my double cup
Fading for respect and gripping tecs I swear the burg be rough
I'm feelin like I'm all alone and god ignoring every prayer
I miss the days without a worrie momma playin with my hair
Yea these Bitches come and go that's why I'm heartless I don't got a care
I'll up the 40 for a better life but y'all jus talk and stare
I'm on a mission I just wanna make a mill and stack my chips
That way when I'm older I can grant my siblings every wish
I'm fishin why you dissin pussies bussin but they always miss
They accidentally shooting and they Folding when they on a lick
I can't even talk about the shit that's really on my mind
Really when I vent I feel like imma f*ckin drop and cry
Pops had always told me make decisions only if they wise
That's why I can't quit no matter what ill stay on my grind
I'm Skipping school and failing classes teachers lookin at me crazy
ADD Anxiety with dreams of sliding in mercedes
Fighting with my friends because I think that they gon f*ckin play me
Trying to understand my mind oh well I guess that's how god made me
WHAT THE FUCK
DAMN
WHAT THE FUCK
Writer: Christian Wolf
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