I can't let you go Going crazy I see you everywhere I stroll But I know it ain't you Its the drugs making me hallucinate The ones I put up in my nose Same ones that broke up my soul And the love I had for you flew away as fast as the wind blows God curse broken windows
Live life an you die faster Im chasing money i dont need know friends All my friends are dead big printed heads blue strips yea i fell in love wit bread You cant trust nobody in this world I keep asking myself do i even trust this girl My heart so cold i dont know who to trust man i gotta let it go dont get to close to me cause you know ima blow i thought you was my brudda until you went up in that room and told man that shit hurt my heart yea it hurt my soul but i cant hold on i gotta keep on moving foward until i make it home popping all these blues yea these bitches strong
Pressi, perché so che mi detesti Ciò che pensi manifesti Devi annullare i preconcetti Yeah yeah Metti , i sogni fuori dai cassetti Good kid in a mad city
I’m tired you keep leavin I’m da yo can’t sleep in peace Rolling my za I face 6 woods niggas can’t compete w me How you pose to be my bro But still can’t keep it G w me Who gone d I e fa me Who gone ride for me Who gone slide for me Ion knowing I can’t put my trust in you We fall out like it’s dominos
How tf running around telling lies ain’t true Why TF my name in ya mouth better find some safe to do Giving nG free game So you can’t have a excuse I don’t need new friends Im str8 with a few 100 round drums Sound like a band when come thru Sliding through the hood But then again ain’t shit new Pocket full hUnnids An u know that they all blue
DJ on the beat so it's a banger I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now I'm just tryna make it through the week I'm just tryna make it out the streets now I'm just tryna make it through the week You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now You gon' starve if your ass don't eat They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Gotta stay strong 'cause my granny gettin' weak now I got that call, now a nigga can't sleep And I been stuck in Miami for a week now I'm like, "God, why You doin' this shit to me?" You cannot quit, you gotta get back on your feet now I'm tryna climb but this mountain lookin' steep And if you miss, I'll be there for the rebound, ooh I'm just tryna make it out the streets I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now I'm just tryna make it through the week I'm just tryna make it out the streets now I'm just tryna make it through the week You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now You gon' starve if your ass don't eat They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) go (ooh) I done made somethin' out of nothin' (Nathan) Givenchy bubble coat puffin' (frozen) Sippin' a controlled substance ('Kesha) Half a milli', fill a duffy (easy) Roses red, hundreds blue (true) Drugged up to the moon (up there) Slow motion better than no motion (how?) Ferrari truck, vroom-vroom (skrr) Trenches in me even though I'm thankin' God I made it out (yeah) Millions in my bank account, still take a cup of noodles down (ha) Nigga make me mad enough, I'll drop a bag and paint the town (go) They been talkin' long enough Go tell 'em come and do somethin' now (get nervous now) Bagg I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now I'm just tryna make it through the week I'm just tryna make it out the streets now I'm just tryna make it through the week You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now You gon' starve if your ass don't eat They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) If you tryna make it through the week, keep for it When you in trenches, gotta sleep with the 40 Momma if you lose me to the streets then I failed you Almost lost me 'til that cell to lil' boy I used to sell to I jumped off the porch before this rap shit begun And I still think about poverty, I get racks to recall Runnin' through racks like Serena I just wanna pack out arena No, I don't lack, I keep gun I get back, I could be Von