It feel like I'm stuck between a right and wrong decision I been going blind I ask the lord for clearer vision I think I lost my mind it's hard for me to sit and listen But since my momma died I think a piece of me been missing It's hard for me to say this, I don't speak on my emotions With all this moving chaos it's been hard for me to focus I dont show my pain cause if i did they wouldn't notice I've given all my trust just for it to end up broken But this the shit I'm talking bout, they wander why I'm heartless I speak my mind so much that everything I say is 'thoughtless'
@@a.hennessy1916 listen to my rap, its not the best but its about my last gf who cheated on me Listen baby girl you know i loved you from the start You left me for another nigga I guess i didnt play my part I sit her thinkin how could she leave me How could she do wrong Sitting here in sorrow that why i wrote this song Im like Heart broken Its tragic Ima beat the new nigga ass Im estatic You bout to make me try to flex and buy a patek I thought i had something with you A connected But its no magic To be honest baby im not gonna lie You was my first love I say this because what it felt like when u left That shit stung I wanted to show u to my family Bc i thought u was the one 9 months and i felt like we would go longer I guess i was wrong So that why im Sitting here in sorrow thats why i wrote this song Listen baby girl you was one of a kind You could sing dance smart asf and u a dime Did i mention that u was so fine O shit my bad i said that like 5 times I loved telling people you was mine Look Listen I dont want you to feel sad for me I dont want to consider coming back cause you feel bad for me But trust me it hurts to see you go I normally dont rap like this But you changed my flow A part of me is calling you baby and the other a hoe I still cant get over you fucked with another on the low Im not throwing shade jus saying how i feel Im telling you my feelings Out of us two Keeping it real I jus Had to get it off my chest So ima say once jus like i said it again Its crazy we went to lovers to not even friends I dont know when this pain will end This 3ed girl that cheated on me i guess ima just stay being single Bc when your like me Man you cant win
I'm still laying thinking in my head why they shot my nigga dead Why it wasn't me instead I still see him bleeding red, Pumped his chest up full of lead, Open casket, saw his head, Powdered up them tears we shed, (Break) Closed caskets for that bread Toe tagging for that bread, Tucking rocks and duckin feds, Getting money we don't beg, Catch him robbing on the reg Rock him pop him shot his leg, If he run we shot his head, (Break) Niggas hating faking staking out my dawgs we'll leave em dead, Thick skin we never shed, Acting tough goin get u wet, don't act like you never bled, We goin steal yo grandmas meds, niggas tough till they get pressed what you post is what we read, aint no joking leave him floating catch him smoke him never folding Every day just seeming hopeless but I'm still remaining focused Pills out that apartment window give the licks that proper dosage Henny in me now I'm coasting, (Break) Lets be real, you aint solid you not lasting long I was in the streets with orphans they ain't have a home, And they ain't building when they grip the tool and pass the chrome, Our role models killers, you could say we acting grown These leaves falling cuz theres coke up in our Family tree And We aint balling till we see our brothers standing free, I'm for that drama when it comes to fam that stand w me, But dead kids is one thing I can't stand to see
If I die tonight where will I go Heaven or hell, hell if I know The beat in the back with the high notes I’m just giving y’all some of my quotes So many people done turned to ghosts Pride get you killed so you betta not boast Get some bread everybody wanna loaf
98 moms gave birth to an angel along the way he lost his way wings became gray lost in his ways his halos gone his wing black now his soul is torn in-between his right and wrong he ain't scared of hell but don't fit in heaven
I be high asf , Double cups of mud , Bad bih wanna fukk , She love doin drugs , Ion do no drugs , I smoke pounds off cooks , Oh tht nigga think he hard now watch me throw a dub , Bro nem thts my blood , He gone fold u up , Watch us hit the club We gone turn it up , I love smokn blunts , I wanna hunnid hunds , He tried to up the price , We hadda rob the plug , ( verse ) Loudest nigga ina room be the quickest one to fold , If he say he want tht smoke we gone wipe tht nigga nose , Put my bros over hoes i be stickn to the code , Pop a half of percot tht shit got me in zone , Really got it on my own i be balln karl malone , Y u takn off yo clothes baby i just want the dome , Niggas hard behind these phones they floggn for these hoes , I love rockn bathing ape ralphn lauren and vlone , Cuddy said he want smoke but i no he really dont , Yea i grew up ona west but u can catch me on tht po , Yung nigga from the no b
Uh I call it heart music No, not H-A-R-D, H-E-A-R-T Heartfelt shit, you know? Yeah, um You know, we go through painful shit with painkillers 'cause we soldiers ourselves I'm just standin' up on my head Thinkin, "Should I pop this Perc?" "No, it might kill me" If you got PTSD, you feel me Dead or in jail, you will be What the cop told to the little me Fast-forward time, not literally If I go on tour, I'll make a mill' at least Ma didn't have much, we didn't really eat Therefore, I was always in the streets You didn't hear enemies with no tweets That's 'cause it was some real beef E'ryday a shootout for four weeks Four thirty clips, we four deep Can't hug the block 'cause we ride with Glocks So you already know this is real beef Yeah, since I got rich all these people in my life depend on me So you know I gotta smoke weed Quit gangbangin', got more cheese I don't know buddy, he know me And you know we shinin' Everybody with me got a Rolly (Uh) Nigga rich, you know he smashin' (Uh) Security freak like roadie And I miss my brodie (Uh) Slap stickin' my forty (Uh) Still exotic smokin' (Uh) Got something that I owed him (Uh) Spit hood bibles For niggas that get bumped, sons go pick it up That's the hood cycle (Uh) So I'm tryna go flyin', ain't got no opps I don't want no lil' rivals That's the hood cycle When you ain't got no money Everybody in the hood like you When you start makin' some money Everybody in the hood get excited, too But ain't nobody did nothin' for you Now they lookin' like, "Damn, who invited you?" When you can't give 'em nothin' That's when they start to feel somethin' (Uh-uh) Gimme some space, I don't trust nobody Gon' make me kill somethin' And they all love me Deep at shows when I was this broke nigga I ain't seen all of you Not a call from you Moved out grandma crib Right out front used to get in shootouts I was just a kid Shoulda got some money, bought you a house And now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without I was deep in the streets Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out? Foolish things I did Sorry for how I lived My mama lost without you, she ain't gotta tell me I look in her eyes and see it Walkin' in my house, my eyes was red Demons talkin' inside my head Glock was out of lead (Uh) So evidently I had to spread When God got me out of bed (Uh) Let me hop out right on my leg Oh, I know what you sayin' You must want me to go chase some bread Nigga, talkin' 'bout what you hear I thought you was the man (Was) Sayin' that ho gave you some head (Blood) Where all that shit in my bed? (Cuz) I'm just tryin' to come in the house and fuck I don't wanna come in no house and fuss Girl, why you gotta get loud and cuss? Gon' head, pull that blouse all up Let me get it from the back or somethin' Fuck it, gonna put you on the couch, now what? (What?) I done fell in love (Uh) For the month Now we in the club All these diamonds on She got a fat ass, climbin' the pole She lookin' like a muh' Just to walk up in this bitch that gave me some rolls Why don't I throw some money? You gettin' ones back up off the floor Charlamagne, you fuckin' donkey White teacher at school caught me as a flunkie 'Cause I was a fuckin' junkie And I admit it, coulda wrecked the whip I fell asleep, I'm lucky Had I listened to him 'Coulda fell a victim to the streets, I'm lucky Now I ride past in a Bent like, "You fuckin' honky"
Yo, I'm due to blow I got my hood up on my back I was OT livin', now I'm killing them with rap I went from serving to them cats, to performing for my fans Yeah I'm tryna live my dream, I'm tryna buy my mum some land Heard this that block life Nick, they had me turning off my hotline My niggas doing block time, in the kitchen tryna' lock mine It's peak still, my life has got 'em living off of free meals It's far from an essay, they'll be home in a couple decades And this life that we lives' a trap, why you think Rich tryna' make it out? And they all know that I'm 'bout to blow, gonna make mum and the blocka proud, I love my niggas We started off broke, didn't have a pound Been in a pickle several times, never once have I made a sound, I'ma pave a way The block ain't safe, fuck them jakes They lifed off Twix and Fessta then they lifed off Kickz and Case I told my mum that I'll be okay And my niggas all been through pain So it's only right when I'm on that stage, that they're with me it's all just fate They didn't wan' know But I bet now they heard of me Me I got bitches all on my live, remember them times they were swerving me Got my nigga on servery he was licking his shots in Burberry Heard them niggas wan' murder me, [?] it's all cos' I'm third degree Listen, yo, so we're light up with that greaze, cold hearted Mummy told me that ever since I was 15 You know I'm numb to all this grief It's cos I grew up on the streets My little, nigga lost his life, that's right before he took his deen, that's my nigga bro I still make dua when I shouldn't, cah he wanted to be Muslim, I just hated that he couldn't Now they're offering me bookings, labels wanna look in Remember I was jugging, saw a chance and then I took it, tryna' cop it Mummy on my case telling me stop it, she telling me it's haram son, how you making money off it But I'm lost, it's either music or get paid off flipping rock I got paigons, I got thots, neither one are getting love I got my G whippin', making all that money off a hard M charge Took my niggas, put them all behind them bars so I ain't smiling Paigons got good luck cah we can't find 'em This lifestyle looks admiring till' you're in that court room fighting Don't get drawn out, this life's kinda fucked you might get caught out And if you're getting drawn out, that's some shit you gotta sort out You can't take it on the chin, cah that's a victim in this ting You better go and grab your ting, cock it back or let it spin I'm on that back road, where most of that cracks sold Remember 0'12 I had cheese on me like nachos Hoodie on, my hat low, lurking with a black crow Convo's on that Zanco that's my nigga just like Django
I’m just tryna live can’t no goofy shit come get the best ah me, Long Live allem niggas who had died creating they legacy, Fa y’all I write this music outta pain pray fa my destiny, I lost my granny then lost my brothers that took the rest of me, Nah I can’t fight it, Demons inside my brain shit beating me feel that pain I write it, No I can’t een hide it, Ain’t nowhere to run I’m stuck I think some shit I type it, I catch that opp I’m striking, Roll ah wood Now I go light it, W.e she want I buy it,Nah she ain’t gotta try it, I’m onat wood w my lil steppas errbody sliding, Click Clack errbody hiding, I turn around and see shots flying, bitch I got people dying, That shit broke me deep inside, Long live them legends, Boa don’t give up cause yo life horrible cause you a felon, You gotta fight depression, Just call me ranch when I pop out cause folksnem know I’m dressing, Won’t leave my body breathless so uk I clutch my weapon, I hop in traffic w them steppas bitch uk they stepping, Ready to teach any nigga a lesson, Reload that chop leave bodies stretching, Leave niggas mommas stressing, 3 shots ate up his face and them 3 shots came out that wesson, Now you can go see heaven, Now back to da hoods w criminals, This shit getting pitiful, You was 13 when you lost yo brothers ik that shit be hitting you, But you don’t let shit get to you, And that’s that demon inyou, You gone get rich by any means cause that’s the meaning inyou,
My name M-AJ-O-R I started as a early seed on topic early at the drop early at the pad late in the game last on the clock 1st in the game hard in the paint/ independent harder then every opportunity knox/ killer season got block greedy/ I got em camped out in my olden back streets back neck of the woods half dazed and naked about the word started naked around my brown mix naked around my white drips good as the weather call/ early scattered showers loading film till its my time/ no game clock half time in a zone after schools out/ you on point then you know the code the code of the best/ I'm dressed early still driving they early ones twisting hands locking hugs on the jeans of hoodie flight girls/ sample dinners and quick taste to quite them off speed off and roll up/ break camp waisting funds in the wet like wet dont make ends come out.
