Trippdafinesser - Tac Lyrics

I used to miss, how you feel
I used to let em prevail
I used to sleep through a meal
Now my pockets be eating I could see through the real
I had that shit on my back, three am and you sleep, got me looking through snaps
I had that shit on my back I was there through the breeze, let a lame nigga crack
If I text where you at
And you tell me come on, let me know if it's cap
And you know that I rap
Every time that I drop you don't post on the app
You need someone to hold
But you right back outside, when it's no longer cold
Got that call and I froze, death ain't easy, lost pop and I'm still moving slow
And I hate staying hate, but don't be in my face saying twin if you hate
And I cannot relate, If I eat and you here then I'm breaking a plate
You did what by mistake all it takes is one move to left by the gate
I'm give what it takes they counted me out, but the drop was just late
Just Hold me I won't fold. Thought my brother switched up Broke the code
And my world kind of cold
Hate making new friends cause I break when y'all fold
Free Kyle, free Bry, f*ck the police they keep taking the guys
F*ck bitches, they lie, I'm sending like 12 if touch one of mine
And I seen all the proof it's not worth to be crying
And I seen all the proof it's not worth to be trying
I got ptsd from the sound of the sirens
I gotta get outta the dark, seen my mud pop a pill that shit breaking my heart
Reminisce, say I took it to far, but it's way overdue when u wanna restart
I gotta go get to this bag, they relying on me but I'm breaking apart
I remember when I called u my dawg, but it hurt me the most when u made a remark
Ight go ahead, tell em talk to you nice
Talk to me nice. 445045
Hit Kyle up yo, hit me up. you, heard
I used to miss, how you feel. I did
I used to let em prevail. what
I used to sleep through a meal, now my pockets be eating I could see through the real
I had that shit on my back, three am and you sleep, got me looking through snaps
I had that shit on my back I was there through the breeze. let a lame nigga crack
She like bae didn't I tell you move tac
How u giving advice put the knife in my back
For some what I'm like how cud I lack
I'm my momma first child gotta make it right it back
Tryna say Ian it, dropped sumn to prove
Yall media threats boy what did u do, why sit in my face but ain't telling the truth
Pass me the blunt just to get outta my mood.