Lyrics

It's okay if you admit you feel that sorrow Please don't make me have to take you down that dark road And I know I got killas all in Chicago And I know, I've been dealing that shit ain't my fault I've been tryna find that path to go a way I'm just tryna make sure my family straight Tryna bring something to the plate If I cop the coupe, better be a wraith I be so high like a evaporate They see me up tryna gravitate, but my soul been gone I've been tryna see what's wrong I've been walking down this road You'll never see me fold, I pray the fake all get exposed You don't even fuck with me, but ask for some I've been chasing riches getting bags or some And imma always keep it real bitch I can't cap on nothing And we always keep a tool bitch don't get whacked for nothing I'm with gang nem, and they rock with me Ain't stunting what you saying, I know talk be cheap Tryna see why this lil bitch tryna fuck with me Cause nine times outta ten she ain't really for me It's okay if you admit you feel that sorrow But don't make me have to take you down that dark road And I know I got killas all in Chicago And I know, I've been dealing that shit ain't my fault I've been tryna find that path to go a way I'm just tryna make sure my family straight Tryna bring something to the plate It's okay if you admit you feel that sorrow Cause niggas out here, they be tweaking Bitches out here, they be geeking Off of them pills she be leaning Tried getting my soul from the demons, but they ain't leasing I see my mother she going through things, and I see they won't change so that's why I'm Chiefin' Promise I won't never squill Ten toes to the ground, if you fuck with bro we'll clutch the steel Wish that I can see my dogs ya, I still shed them tears At nights when I'm alone I wish I could be with them You said you was gone ride You said hit yo phone anytime, when I need a place to cry How dare you sit back and lie? That tore me up inside I ain't even gone lie This pain bottled up inside But It's okay if you admit you feel that sorrow But don't make me have to take you down that dark road And I know I got killas all in Chicago And I know, I've been dealing that shit ain't my fault I've been tryna find that path to go a way Make sure my family straight (I'm just tryna make sure my family straight) Tryna bring something to the plate
Writer(s): Armond Hickson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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