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It made me cry sometimes, it made me cry sometimes The trouble in my way (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) it made me cry sometimes I lay awake at night, but that's alright I get my ass up and write about the demons I fight Sex-crazed and abandoned, so I resorted to gambling Maybe I harbor resentment 'cause she aborted my family Maybe she know I couldn't handle it, maybe it's true, I'm just manic Money I blew was outlandish, the girls I flew out was scandalous Sometimes it feel like dementia as I try not to remember And it come back every winter, I get depressed in December Tryna survive the inflation, plus I'm aging Feel like nothing was the same, but what's changing? My perspective, what's my motivation? Am I investing a nest egg, a savings? Sometimes my only connection is craving Compulsions excess, I need patience I need balance, I guess that's valid I'm lookin' for love, it shouldn't be a challenge I got a soul, so I feel the unknown, plus I'm grown One day you're here, the next you're gone, this much is known The world is at our fingertips, well, it's in our phones Sometimes I wanna lose my charger forever, leave me alone Truth is, I just completed a fast, I had to slow down I'm sittin' in a dark room, writin', literally no sound I felt compelled to pray, so I went to the mirror and spoke out Looked myself in the eye and said, "Please forgive me," and broke down (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Lito What's cooler than being cool? Liquid nitrogen (Ultimate warrior) Yeah, that's cold, cold-blooded, my heart froze Heat the house with the oven, cook the dope on the stove Hustle your way through college, took the show on the road A prophet without honor, so I do this shit for my folks Fuck it, you and them hoes, school could never expose Allegedly, gun violence the reason the legend froze It's like a full-time job not to kill niggas Knowin' that they want me dead Too broke to put a price up on my head, bitch One false move, I know I would've went- (shh) So close to the edge, it's better left unsaid I ain't here to make friends, just bread I don't feel none of you niggas except Craig Never will I ever look through a bitch text thread And if she pull up on me, then I expect head Heck yeah, I guess I'm gentle and mannish, sentimental romantic Don't believe in coincidence, it means I meant to, I planned it When the rent due, it ain't really hard to convince you to scam But turn that pussy to a profit, look, it's pimpin', don't panic I spent majority of my 20s in a rental in Atlanta You know how many exotic dancers I probably sent to Miami? I sold them grammies by the four-fifty, but never been to the Grammys I'm independent, so they mechanicals, I spinned with mechanics (Lito)
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