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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armond Hickson
Songwriter
Isaiah Goins
Songwriter
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
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