Have you felt that all your hope is gone
When all the dope is gone
Life's a trip
I pop a jig and roll along
Sad as shit
Most the times I wrote these songs
Reflect regrets that I bet I'm holding strong
My son can feel it
He don't know whats going on
My mom can feel it
She can tell I'm holding on
Think about my future
And I just don't know at all
THINK ABOUT MY FUTURE AND I JUST DON'T KNOW
It's fourth and inches
And they wish I blow it dog
I'll blow a bag
Before that'll ever happen
You going to leave out sad
If you think I'm cappin
I'm Andrizzles dad
I'm going to make this happen
Seen my friends turn foes
Some of my friends are ghost
I got my highs and lows
And if you know you know
I keep grinding
Suppressing the pain
Ink on my flesh
I'm a mess, I'm ashamed
I'm not one to go press any blame
But you don't know how long I was left in the rain
Few of them left
And the rest of them fake
Get high and stack cake for the rest of my days
Got ar's and techs
If they mess with the gang
I just puff on a stick, let my memory fade
Can I get the head
Without the hassle baby
I'm a mama's boy
You know I'm fragile baby
So stoned my homes a f*cking castle baby
I done hit a switch
I think I'm activated
Joe doing ten off aggravated
I was born like this
I ain't acting crazy
I lost my mind for the longest time
I swear I misplaced it, this world I'll save it
Get stretched, try wetting my flame
Hi my names MIZO
Mr.Next in the game
I'm not one to go press any blame
But you don't know how long I was left in the rain
Few of them left
And the rest of them fake
Get high and stack cake for the rest of my days
Got ar's and techs
If they mess with the gang
I just puff on a stick, let my memory fade
I puff on a stick and I lift into space
I told her I love her
But its just a phase
I'm acting out now
I've been up for some days
My niggas so wild, they belong in a cage
Two five to life, what the judge try to say
Keep the pack turning, so attorneys is paid
For all of my niggas, I'm going to make a change
Until then we living off four forty eights
I slept on the floor
Looking up at the ceiling
Thinking about love, trying to remember the feeling
Trying to provide for me and my children
The world keep painting me like I'm a villain
Try to keep giving, so my Phos not stealing
I'm still Loudy but a whole lot different
Yeah, I'm still me but a whole lot different
If I want to make a change
Got to go out and get it
I keep grinding
Suppressing the pain
Ink on my flesh
I'm a mess, I'm ashamed
I'm not one to go press any blame
But you don't know how long I was left in the rain
Few of them left
And the rest of them fake
Get high and stack cake for the rest of my days
Got ar's and techs
If they mess with the gang
I just puff on a stick, let my memory fade
Seen my friends turn foes
Some of my friends are ghost
I got my highs and lows
And if you know you know