Vou$ - F.E.A.R Lyrics

I bottle up these things inside
Now we face everything and rise
Tryna keep the dream alive
Gotta make it before we outta time

I bottle up these things inside
Now we face everything and rise
Tryna keep the dream alive
Gotta make it before we outta time

In this life of sin I'm tryna win
Playin the hand that I was delt
The odds against me f*ck it deal me in
I'm to real I can't pretend cut you off that's the end these niggaz is snakes bitches be fake
And I don't need no friends

Give me some dope beats a loud pack And you can keep the pen
I walk inside the both I get possessed and let the demons in
Angels watching over my shoulders as I'm out here taking risks
Only god can judge me if they grab me I ain't saying shit

Rule number one never ever trust a soul
Niggaz burning bridges cause they never wanna pay the toll
I Put my team on my shoulders And carry a heavy load
Best believe if it's you versus me I'll let the gun explode

I'm just a Young King in the reflection of God
I'm tryna raise my son I'm never slacking on my job
I sit down with the bosses as we all strategies
Focus on the music and I face everything and rise

The first time I saw a gun I was only five
Walking inside the apartment my brothers dad was hog tied
Two niggaz masked up they was tryna hit a lic
Me my mother my brother in the bathroom we was scared as shit

She sang to us as we ain't know what was coming next
Tryna brave but heart was jumping out my f*cking chest
They found the stash no one died I ain't even cry
Thought that I was numb to the pain but really I was traumatized

I bottle up these things inside
Now we face everything and rise
I'm Tryna keep the dream alive
Gotta make it before we outta time

I bottle up these things inside
Now we face everything and rise
I'm Tryna keep the dream alive
Gotta make it before we outta time

Be careful who you callin bro he can turn into a foe
Jealousy and envy in his blood so that's all he know
I bottle up these things inside and keep my head high
Ten ties on the ground wise like my third eye

I grew up in a town where any day could be your last
Prayers won't put food on the table so niggaz praise the cash
We tryna stay fresh drippin our designer tags
Them youngbuls is reckless they'll leave you in a body bag

The last time I saw my cousin G we was down in North Carolina smoking the finest trees
He was f*cking wit some dumb niggaz they was really minor league
Set him up tourtoured and killed him just for a couple G's

Shit hurt my heart when I got the call I fell down to my knees
All the pain I felt inside yea it made it hard to breath
All the shit they said was lies it wasn't no home evasion
He thought they was down to ride the whole time was f*cking hating

I bottle up these things inside
Now we face everything and rise
I'm Tryna keep the dream alive
Gotta make it before we outta time

I bottle up these things inside
Now we face everything and rise
I'm Tryna keep the dream alive
Gotta make it before we outta time

In this life of sin I'm tryna win
The odds against me f*ck it deal me in