At your casket feeling hopeless, thinking of all the things you showed us, you was always first to notice, this summer it feels the coldest, screaming fuck cancer, we was praying for an answer, but he ain’t never answer, popping drugs cause nothing matter, this the feeling when you shattered, heartbroken and abandoned,
depression got me feelin stranded, fuck that abandoned, feelin like biggs when he lost wayne to the madness, im steady poppin addies, i should prolly call my daddy but that nigga in a casket, never overthinkin i’m someone you call reactive, cuz i’m quick to up and blast it, faces on a plasma, but fuvk this bullshit bc the pape is what i’m after, my life is like a book and it’s filled with hella chapters, i’m wondering what’s next, when you look me in my eyes i can tell that you been stressed, but just pray bc we blessed, better days is comin next, might catch me pourin liquor for my niggas put to rest
Fake love all around That ain't nothing new, I remember being down Just praying i can make it thru, I be Puffing on this loud The pain be hitting different to, Loving from a distant
Lord forgive me of my sins ik I’m stuck up in my ways But I’m just tryna make it out and give my family a new place Where they can spend them happy time A place where they can rest there head and dream of all the things we ain’t never got to have I’m talking big houses, big beds, fast cars Good food, all cash, no card Good moods, big woods, good kush Smoke good
@@quanwarren2464 lol I’m shooting videos and documentary and all this stuff for this project it’s gonna come soon… you know what ima release a snippet on my YT page in a couple days
Nigga i rap different I been cruising down this road to riches I aint got a richard milly ian richer than nixon Except to these bitches They come around actic basic its sickning