Find My Way
Fuq trust Niggss change like seasons
Take his life god what's the reason
My heart struggling fighting inner demons
My kid dead don't ask why I'm. Tweakin
Loook we just hustling for that top dollar
I got too much pride I'll die for this gold collar
I beat the odds i turnt myself into a scholar
You complain about the heat but my city hotter
(Damn)
That bitch will knock you like the twin towers
Sad music playin holding on to casket flowers
Pull the trigger square up you a fuckin coward
You was in the house sleep i put in the hours
Got me tap dancing dodging bullet showers
My niggas lost they way but we found ours
We searched for a spark n we found the power
Tried to knock us down i got the perfect counter...
I took the risky route but i found my way
Im with my nigga pac i want better days
I roll up a swisher while the record play
Let yo nigga Rome turn this bitch to Pompeii
Start my next chapter write a new page
I didnt switch up but i sure did change
Clear out my thoughts this the perfect stage
We all dyin young skippin old age
Roll a few blunts n they all faced
Can't feel a thang this my happy place
Got my fists clinched you can see the rage
Just some young Niggss tryna find our way
Good kid but he the dope dealer
Life like mike it's a straight thriller
Smoke all my meds call me painkillers
Double cross me I'm the wrong nigga
Stuck in the past i get lost in pictures
Chasing dead faces for my dead niggas
Put a bitch first i can't fuq witch ya
Lost in the tide so he drown in liquor
My whole life regret ima born sinner
Wanna see u fail man they hate winners
I don't hate niggas but i hate niggas
When i get a plate it'll be a long dinner
I took the risky route but i found my way
Im with my nigga pac i want better days
I roll up a swisher while the record play
Let yo nigga Rome turn this bitch to Pompeii
Start my next chapter write a new page
I didnt switch up but i sure did change
Clear out my thoughts this the perfect stage
We all dyin young skippin old age
Take his life god what's the reason
My heart struggling fighting inner demons
My kid dead don't ask why I'm. Tweakin
Loook we just hustling for that top dollar
I got too much pride I'll die for this gold collar
I beat the odds i turnt myself into a scholar
You complain about the heat but my city hotter
(Damn)
That bitch will knock you like the twin towers
Sad music playin holding on to casket flowers
Pull the trigger square up you a fuckin coward
You was in the house sleep i put in the hours
Got me tap dancing dodging bullet showers
My niggas lost they way but we found ours
We searched for a spark n we found the power
Tried to knock us down i got the perfect counter...
I took the risky route but i found my way
Im with my nigga pac i want better days
I roll up a swisher while the record play
Let yo nigga Rome turn this bitch to Pompeii
Start my next chapter write a new page
I didnt switch up but i sure did change
Clear out my thoughts this the perfect stage
We all dyin young skippin old age
Roll a few blunts n they all faced
Can't feel a thang this my happy place
Got my fists clinched you can see the rage
Just some young Niggss tryna find our way
Good kid but he the dope dealer
Life like mike it's a straight thriller
Smoke all my meds call me painkillers
Double cross me I'm the wrong nigga
Stuck in the past i get lost in pictures
Chasing dead faces for my dead niggas
Put a bitch first i can't fuq witch ya
Lost in the tide so he drown in liquor
My whole life regret ima born sinner
Wanna see u fail man they hate winners
I don't hate niggas but i hate niggas
When i get a plate it'll be a long dinner
I took the risky route but i found my way
Im with my nigga pac i want better days
I roll up a swisher while the record play
Let yo nigga Rome turn this bitch to Pompeii
Start my next chapter write a new page
I didnt switch up but i sure did change
Clear out my thoughts this the perfect stage
We all dyin young skippin old age
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Brown
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