Intervention
Woah, Woah Yeah
I seen this coming
You know that's like something bubbling in yo stomach
A was in the struggle and funneled out all that fussing
Yo, Got out the tunnel and seen who i was becoming
Oh Gawd
If i keep preaching this message to these youngin's
Thinking it's gonna work ha
And what i do, i'm in the hood with my homies
They got they pistols, we tweeting how we so turnt ha
Backwards, no disrespect to the mother that had my son
If i diss her then i be phoney uh
She a great mah but how to feel when she fucking on nigga that used to say he a homie fuck
We both made mistakes, grabbing these pieces of a puzzle that we thought was supposed to fit
See. But
My kid didn't ask to be here so we do are job and say fuck it
We got over it under it, all this pain i've been hiding for some days, months, maybe even years
Waken up my kid and he saw a puddle by the bed and he asked me was it rain, i had to tell him it was tears yeah
Daddy out here hurting, terrorizing myself like a martyr but i'm still working with searching up on the surface
The lurking became a burden. My purpose became blurry, I promise i'll finally certain
Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then I grow
I bit my tongue
Swallowed my pride
Let out my truth
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
Man I told you i seen it coming uh
I had this hustle bubbled up in my stomach
Knew i would get it, seen who i was becoming
Been hand you the shovel, before you said that you dug it
But fuck it see, a real nigga never turn his back on his friends and all the people he grew with
A real nigga gonna open the door for niggas that tellem to get they own shit
Oh shit, ah should of got some, The gossip got me hot shit
Even got wrist asking for them handouts
You better get another plan(e) nigga
Shit don't really fly hear, so stay up of my land nigga
Coldgang
Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then eyes glow
I bit my tongue, i swallowed my pride
Let out my truth
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
I seen this coming
You know that's like something bubbling in yo stomach
A was in the struggle and funneled out all that fussing
Yo, Got out the tunnel and seen who i was becoming
Oh Gawd
If i keep preaching this message to these youngin's
Thinking it's gonna work ha
And what i do, i'm in the hood with my homies
They got they pistols, we tweeting how we so turnt ha
Backwards, no disrespect to the mother that had my son
If i diss her then i be phoney uh
She a great mah but how to feel when she fucking on nigga that used to say he a homie fuck
We both made mistakes, grabbing these pieces of a puzzle that we thought was supposed to fit
See. But
My kid didn't ask to be here so we do are job and say fuck it
We got over it under it, all this pain i've been hiding for some days, months, maybe even years
Waken up my kid and he saw a puddle by the bed and he asked me was it rain, i had to tell him it was tears yeah
Daddy out here hurting, terrorizing myself like a martyr but i'm still working with searching up on the surface
The lurking became a burden. My purpose became blurry, I promise i'll finally certain
Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then I grow
I bit my tongue
Swallowed my pride
Let out my truth
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
Man I told you i seen it coming uh
I had this hustle bubbled up in my stomach
Knew i would get it, seen who i was becoming
Been hand you the shovel, before you said that you dug it
But fuck it see, a real nigga never turn his back on his friends and all the people he grew with
A real nigga gonna open the door for niggas that tellem to get they own shit
Oh shit, ah should of got some, The gossip got me hot shit
Even got wrist asking for them handouts
You better get another plan(e) nigga
Shit don't really fly hear, so stay up of my land nigga
Coldgang
Dry out my eyes, I seen my prize and then eyes glow
I bit my tongue, i swallowed my pride
Let out my truth
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
(I need some help with my feelin's)
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Tremaine Dixson
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