Suffering deep inside depression can get comfortable
Regardless how you start it's how you finish what's in front of you
Imagine being up then lose it all that shit a humble you
Think I lost mind I'm in da mirror like "how I fumble you"
Close mouths don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch to meds
You roll through life following my moves like I trailed you on da pegs
(I'm at my own pace)
Whip da wheel wit one hand, off hand grip on her leg
In elementary school I road da short bus wit special ed
I was in fifth grade yelling fin ball my flag was red
Almost head first off the porch I prolly a be dead
I ain't neva have no big homie my uncle ain't een f*ck wit me
His only son love me I forever know he stuck wit me
Won't never turn my back on my people but it's still f*ck em
When I'm going through my shit sometimes it's hard to show I love em
Ain't no other nigga like me in school I was unlikely
Lil Terry looked up to me so much he a always try to fight me
Gave my heart to a libra but been giving dick to a pisces
10 millimeter 17 shots dis bitch so icey
Stand on bidness that's da name of da game ain't switchin lanes
I try to stay optimistic nun but progression on my brain
Can't wait until da day we win gone make a toast wit some champagne
Da only trophy dat I want is be where money be on chain
Suffering deep inside depression can get comfortable
Regardless how you start it's how you finish what's in front of you
Imagine being up then lose it all that shit a humble you
Think I lost mind I'm in da mirror like "how I fumble you"
Close mouths don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch to meds
You roll through life following my moves like I trailed you on da pegs
No explanation needed when it's understood
You ever peep some shit an felt a way but told em it's all good
But he ont know I plotted on a move sat outside his house
He say he at the crib I'm posted in da front tryna find out
Where you at? til dis day he ont even know I know he lied
Niggas dey be pussy faking real living in disguise
How you claim you solid you can't even look me in da eyes
I passed a couple niggas up dey still looking all surprised
Now as life goes on pick myself up from hurting
I just hope that in the end all da suffering was worth it
I know one things for sure an two things for certain
Be where money be 4L that's til god close the curtain
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Suffering deep inside depression can get comfortable
Regardless how you start it's how you finish what's in front of you
Imagine being up then lose it all that shit a humble you
Think I lost mind I'm in da mirror like "how I fumble you"
Close mouths don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch to meds
You roll through life following my moves like I trailed you on da pegs
(I'm at my own pace)
Whip da wheel wit one hand, off hand grip on her leg
In elementary school I road da short bus wit special ed
I was in fifth grade yelling fin ball my flag was red
Almost head first off the porch I prolly a be dead
I ain't neva have no big homie my uncle ain't een f*ck wit me
His only son love me I forever know he stuck wit me
Won't never turn my back on my people but it's still f*ck em
When I'm going through my shit sometimes it's hard to show I love em
Ain't no other nigga like me in school I was unlikely
Lil Terry looked up to me so much he a always try to fight me
Gave my heart to a libra but been giving dick to a pisces
10 millimeter 17 shots dis bitch so icey
Stand on bidness that's da name of da game ain't switchin lanes
I try to stay optimistic nun but progression on my brain
Can't wait until da day we win gone make a toast wit some champagne
Da only trophy dat I want is be where money be on chain
Suffering deep inside depression can get comfortable
Regardless how you start it's how you finish what's in front of you
Imagine being up then lose it all that shit a humble you
Think I lost mind I'm in da mirror like "how I fumble you"
Close mouths don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch to meds
You roll through life following my moves like I trailed you on da pegs
No explanation needed when it's understood
You ever peep some shit an felt a way but told em it's all good
But he ont know I plotted on a move sat outside his house
He say he at the crib I'm posted in da front tryna find out
Where you at? til dis day he ont even know I know he lied
Niggas dey be pussy faking real living in disguise
How you claim you solid you can't even look me in da eyes
I passed a couple niggas up dey still looking all surprised
Now as life goes on pick myself up from hurting
I just hope that in the end all da suffering was worth it
I know one things for sure an two things for certain
Be where money be 4L that's til god close the curtain
Regardless how you start it's how you finish what's in front of you
Imagine being up then lose it all that shit a humble you
Think I lost mind I'm in da mirror like "how I fumble you"
Close mouths don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch to meds
You roll through life following my moves like I trailed you on da pegs
(I'm at my own pace)
Whip da wheel wit one hand, off hand grip on her leg
In elementary school I road da short bus wit special ed
I was in fifth grade yelling fin ball my flag was red
Almost head first off the porch I prolly a be dead
I ain't neva have no big homie my uncle ain't een f*ck wit me
His only son love me I forever know he stuck wit me
Won't never turn my back on my people but it's still f*ck em
When I'm going through my shit sometimes it's hard to show I love em
Ain't no other nigga like me in school I was unlikely
Lil Terry looked up to me so much he a always try to fight me
Gave my heart to a libra but been giving dick to a pisces
10 millimeter 17 shots dis bitch so icey
Stand on bidness that's da name of da game ain't switchin lanes
I try to stay optimistic nun but progression on my brain
Can't wait until da day we win gone make a toast wit some champagne
Da only trophy dat I want is be where money be on chain
Suffering deep inside depression can get comfortable
Regardless how you start it's how you finish what's in front of you
Imagine being up then lose it all that shit a humble you
Think I lost mind I'm in da mirror like "how I fumble you"
Close mouths don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch to meds
You roll through life following my moves like I trailed you on da pegs
No explanation needed when it's understood
You ever peep some shit an felt a way but told em it's all good
But he ont know I plotted on a move sat outside his house
He say he at the crib I'm posted in da front tryna find out
Where you at? til dis day he ont even know I know he lied
Niggas dey be pussy faking real living in disguise
How you claim you solid you can't even look me in da eyes
I passed a couple niggas up dey still looking all surprised
Now as life goes on pick myself up from hurting
I just hope that in the end all da suffering was worth it
I know one things for sure an two things for certain
Be where money be 4L that's til god close the curtain
Writer: Dominic Bailey
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