One of the sickest beats ever

Pain left me traumatized, love left me scared ,trust left me broke, loyalty left me hurt, See too many rip on shirts , lost soul just tryna find a way, momma been struggling but she said we gone make a way, I been feeling week , like 7 days , tired of all dis pain , I just want it to go away, taking these woods to the face , crying out to the lord hoping god answered my pray , tired of living dis way , I been hoping for sum better days, I been wishing for things to change , ain’t nun ever gone be the same , people talking behind yo back , but smile in your face , I don’t want no fake love, I rather accept the hate , They rather see you in the dark, then see you shine ,tired of being lied too keep my distance like Corona I’ve been going thru a paranoia every switching up left and right lone soilder mama always told me I was gone make it in this life

Love this .nice😎

This wavy it make you think bought life

Please god forgive me for all my sins/ and protect me from my enemies cuz I know they don’t wanna see me win / all this pain inside my body make me go insane /

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This beat goes hard

Thanks Bro

Vandaag

Ik wilde werken voor een baas maar dat werekte niet Nu zie je mij langs lopen en je kijkt verbaasd maar ik ga het verschoppen ja ik heb het gezegd

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fammm put up work bro pls

It really hurt me when they killed Shotty I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city We was rockin' all them shows, fuckin' all them hoes And when they killed Power had to see him froze on the ground Downtown, I can hear the sounds now When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down I drop tears for my niggas that ain't hear And still think about you even though that it been years Cause half the niggas that I grew up with is all dead All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high When I find the nigga that killed my daddy know I'mma ride Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nigga To let you know that I don't feel you nigga Yea, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide Cause I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga And I ain't ready Niggas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees But I got this mac elevy, these niggas'll never get me Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt Niggas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt I Rose from the jungle like Derrick Death to anybody that oppose my spirit My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss them to death My? murda music, I'll let you listen to death I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness I'm gone I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga Man my life so real Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil And I make a hundred thousand every time a nigga spill Man I almost got murked in front of the same church My dad got carried in, family got married in That was in my older days, this is now, that was then Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion Young nigga gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em Lock 'em like a terrier Breakin' all barriers Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius Cause cops tryna catch me, niggas tryna clap me Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy I did it for my niggas, and I did this shit for Kathy I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

Hit the block how u comin Is u tweakin is u buggin Ain’t no runnin ain’t no runnin Less u runnin to the fuckin function Die young kill somethin Smoke gas black lungin Hit a bitch slit her wrist tip Light switch type shit how I flip a brick Pitch black triple blitz with the kaze pack And I would trust u but my homie said u all cap Only Family ain’t no friends yup preach dat Don’t u dare come near my ends with a small gat Unless u wanna see us slide off on them bends with bams and whams squeeze the trigger blam blam wait blam like damn Quack quack hoot hoot Y’all boys birds where yo coop My boys bosses up with the coupes Porsche pepper out the cayenne pack jack Birdle skirted on the jakes in the scat pack Mowed down tekashi that’s a rat pack Gunned down jim Jones in the laundromat Chump change bangers Sinaloa on the speed boat On the speed dial too we gon conduct us some business ...not witchu If u not with the shits then u can’t get hit this Arsenic in my blunt that’s known U ain’t got the blick u ain’t tote U don’t got the pole u the smoke U ain’t got the black u ain’t tote U ain’t got the pole u the smoke U don’t want the hose put the lotion U don’t want lotion u the smoke U don’t want the smoke don’t toke U don’t follow code on the road U gon travel 6 under roads I put that on my bro ThAts on the bro Fuck it Off top Run a goofy out his socks Fuck u thought Henny in the cut gas in the blunt Benzos en route U ain’t lit get out And u know that ima Loose screw My boys go cuckoo My mans gon find u My guys gon line u