Sippin alcohol from the bottle, that’s something I chose, if I wanted a blunt I can get one rolled, never trusting hoes, that’s a motto, I rather trust my bag, and my clip, to hold my hollows, niggas talk tough til they leave the spot and get followed, see life is an illusion so in reality your time was borrowed, shawty told me she love me and I couldn’t say it back cause heart got cold, but she know if I grab the bacc of that necc, the rest ha body gone fold, see I told my ex that I’m sorry and apologize that was the first fa me then she burned my heart for a second time this time it was a third degree, I apologized she didn’t trust it or maybe she just thought since I hurt her she’d return the favor by hurting me, but im numb to the pain, take cold showers, and feel joy when it rain, lookin out the window to feel something but I feel nothing, losing traction, guess I’m stuck in my ways, mama said this pain gone take time to heal, well mama it’s been a couple of days, and everytime niggas thought they caught me sleeping, I prayed to the lord to keep my spirit awake, and if I should die well at least tell Satan “nah my homie, nah not today” see I been fantasizing about the last breath I take but in that time it make me question every move I make, but this being broke vibe nah dawg something just gotta shake, my mama told me to be patient, but she know I can’t, I set my clock for success so really I ain’t got time to waste, I’m tryna get my mama set for life, not working hard life away, see this that type of thing that every father should teach his son, but instead of raising your kid, you teach em it’s always better to run, so when they turn to the streets and killin niggas fa fun don’t take a second and tell that kid you left behind that you regret what you done
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