Stuck in my ways it ain't no way to explain
The pain just feel like pleasure by the end of the day
Smoke and pray
My final day is just a safety away
I feel mind my is in a state that only people in a grave could relate
They tell me that it's my time
And I feel like time is slipping
I been writing my lines
Tryna get these folks to listen
Coming right for your mind
I'm speaking right to your soul
And if my lines could hit your heart
I'd prolly get records sold
I'll prolly get the point a cross
See the vision there's more to watch
Feeling of mortified get quicker with crown mixtures
Down for pound flippers
I'm pound for pound bigger
Than half these clown figures
Run laps around spitters
You love
Lord have mercy on a young man
I never want to be gun man
But imma do what imma have to do
They come for me then imma send em to you
I'm saying
I told my mama I was done man
That I'd stop f*cking with them drugs
And
I'm man of my word
Start from the dirt but imma give you the world
That's on God mama
A product of drugs addicts
I was born to be dope
Im formally known to
Scorch em tho the flow could be cold
Went from hoping for a home to having a home on a coast
And I don't even need to boast I let my art do the toast
Speak for the broke people that's in need of some hope
At the end of rope but don't ever let go
This life is worth it
I know sometimes this shit ain't perfect
But homie that's just the surface
That pain you feel is a purpose
Let the tears be a fuel for your ride
Don't fuel your pride
This world is suicide
They wanna see reside
In metal cages
I'm searching for revelations
With time
Elevate to by
They leave us hanging to dry
Father forgive me
I been dripping in sin
I'm feeling distant again
I'm slowly slipping
And swimming in Gin and at
The bottom of the bottle
Where I'm finding soul
I hope that I never fold
And run up all in ya home
Take everything and your soul
Lord have mercy on a young man
I never want to be gun man
But imma do what imma have to do
They come for me then imma send em to you
I'm saying
I told my mama I was done man
That I'd stop f*cking with them drugs
And
I'm man of my word
Start from the dirt but imma give you the world
That's on God mama
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Stuck in my ways it ain't no way to explain
The pain just feel like pleasure by the end of the day
Smoke and pray
My final day is just a safety away
I feel mind my is in a state that only people in a grave could relate
They tell me that it's my time
And I feel like time is slipping
I been writing my lines
Tryna get these folks to listen
Coming right for your mind
I'm speaking right to your soul
And if my lines could hit your heart
I'd prolly get records sold
I'll prolly get the point a cross
See the vision there's more to watch
Feeling of mortified get quicker with crown mixtures
Down for pound flippers
I'm pound for pound bigger
Than half these clown figures
Run laps around spitters
You love
Lord have mercy on a young man
I never want to be gun man
But imma do what imma have to do
They come for me then imma send em to you
I'm saying
I told my mama I was done man
That I'd stop f*cking with them drugs
And
I'm man of my word
Start from the dirt but imma give you the world
That's on God mama
A product of drugs addicts
I was born to be dope
Im formally known to
Scorch em tho the flow could be cold
Went from hoping for a home to having a home on a coast
And I don't even need to boast I let my art do the toast
Speak for the broke people that's in need of some hope
At the end of rope but don't ever let go
This life is worth it
I know sometimes this shit ain't perfect
But homie that's just the surface
That pain you feel is a purpose
Let the tears be a fuel for your ride
Don't fuel your pride
This world is suicide
They wanna see reside
In metal cages
I'm searching for revelations
With time
Elevate to by
They leave us hanging to dry
Father forgive me
I been dripping in sin
I'm feeling distant again
I'm slowly slipping
And swimming in Gin and at
The bottom of the bottle
Where I'm finding soul
I hope that I never fold
And run up all in ya home
Take everything and your soul
Lord have mercy on a young man
I never want to be gun man
But imma do what imma have to do
They come for me then imma send em to you
I'm saying
I told my mama I was done man
That I'd stop f*cking with them drugs
And
I'm man of my word
Start from the dirt but imma give you the world
That's on God mama
The pain just feel like pleasure by the end of the day
Smoke and pray
My final day is just a safety away
I feel mind my is in a state that only people in a grave could relate
They tell me that it's my time
And I feel like time is slipping
I been writing my lines
Tryna get these folks to listen
Coming right for your mind
I'm speaking right to your soul
And if my lines could hit your heart
I'd prolly get records sold
I'll prolly get the point a cross
See the vision there's more to watch
Feeling of mortified get quicker with crown mixtures
Down for pound flippers
I'm pound for pound bigger
Than half these clown figures
Run laps around spitters
You love
Lord have mercy on a young man
I never want to be gun man
But imma do what imma have to do
They come for me then imma send em to you
I'm saying
I told my mama I was done man
That I'd stop f*cking with them drugs
And
I'm man of my word
Start from the dirt but imma give you the world
That's on God mama
A product of drugs addicts
I was born to be dope
Im formally known to
Scorch em tho the flow could be cold
Went from hoping for a home to having a home on a coast
And I don't even need to boast I let my art do the toast
Speak for the broke people that's in need of some hope
At the end of rope but don't ever let go
This life is worth it
I know sometimes this shit ain't perfect
But homie that's just the surface
That pain you feel is a purpose
Let the tears be a fuel for your ride
Don't fuel your pride
This world is suicide
They wanna see reside
In metal cages
I'm searching for revelations
With time
Elevate to by
They leave us hanging to dry
Father forgive me
I been dripping in sin
I'm feeling distant again
I'm slowly slipping
And swimming in Gin and at
The bottom of the bottle
Where I'm finding soul
I hope that I never fold
And run up all in ya home
Take everything and your soul
Lord have mercy on a young man
I never want to be gun man
But imma do what imma have to do
They come for me then imma send em to you
I'm saying
I told my mama I was done man
That I'd stop f*cking with them drugs
And
I'm man of my word
Start from the dirt but imma give you the world
That's on God mama
Writer: Carlos Alvarado
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