Scarred from Trust
Thinking suicidal thoughts from my heart I'm running
Look in the sky for a rainbow all I see is some thunder
I call Rebecca my momma
The lord know her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain't no more flunking
Foot on they necks
(Voom)
Bitch I'm taking off in this bitch
Real slum baby out the ghetto I done starved for this shit
I gave my heart to the world they still crush up the bitch
So much pain in my body ain't no healing from this
I been facing my demons
By my side where I keep them
Late nights turnt me to a beast
Swear to god that I need them
I'm scarred from trust I can't love
I don't fuck with my people
They envy you when you grinding
You can say that they leaching
(Mmmmm)
We grew up tuff soldiers
We was taught to fight
Any situation handle that & you bet not cry
Looking through the clouds for my grandma with these crying eyes
These same crying eyes done seen so much people die
Top shotta
The don dada
We finna ride out
The hottest in section
Nigga we gone blow the smoke out
Competition in my city
Bitch we can bang it out
Lost child through the night
I pray one day I make it out
Same left overs for a week my stomach hurting now
Dirty ass project baby
We had pampers in that south
Fight through depression this shit Killing my soul ow
Never had a role model
We the young hero's now
(Yay yeah)
Thinking suicidal thoughts from my heart I'm running
Look in the sky for a rainbow all I see is some thunder
I call Rebecca my momma
The lord know her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain't no more flunking
So many water bottles for a shower it was hard to keep clean
The city cut are water off we paranoid for some weeks
My body aching I'm so sore on the floor where we sleep
I'm having nightmares when I wake up this shit still the same dream
Don't tell me that you love me if you don't know the real meaning
I spot the snakes in the grass I can see that they creeping
Filthy crumbs in my pockets in my jeans where I keep them
Dropped out of school to chase my dream it was for a good reason
Dropped out of school to chase my dream
It was for a good reason
Why y'all judge me for my past y'all don't know how I'm feeling
My momma getting weaker everyday she need some good healing
I couldn't get a handout them bitches told me stop reaching
Secretly rapping in my room I started off singing
From the trenches to the stage these the dreams I keep having
I need a dollar each and every way I steady keep stacking
We used to pee on the bed we had to take off the plastic
All alone in this world just a baby don't know what to do
Youngest in the family I still find a way to get some food
Got a lil brudda with no daddy screaming fuck the dude
Anything you want you can get it bro I promise you
Eat up off my plate then they leave that's what they all do
Tryna live a new life
In the hills
Glass roof
On the road
State to state
Riding in that bullet proof
Go against the grain fuck nigga we gone get at you
Thinking suicidal thoughts from my heart I'm running
Look in the sky for a rainbow all I see is some thunder
I call Rebecca my momma
The lord know her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain't no more flunking
Look in the sky for a rainbow all I see is some thunder
I call Rebecca my momma
The lord know her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain't no more flunking
Foot on they necks
(Voom)
Bitch I'm taking off in this bitch
Real slum baby out the ghetto I done starved for this shit
I gave my heart to the world they still crush up the bitch
So much pain in my body ain't no healing from this
I been facing my demons
By my side where I keep them
Late nights turnt me to a beast
Swear to god that I need them
I'm scarred from trust I can't love
I don't fuck with my people
They envy you when you grinding
You can say that they leaching
(Mmmmm)
We grew up tuff soldiers
We was taught to fight
Any situation handle that & you bet not cry
Looking through the clouds for my grandma with these crying eyes
These same crying eyes done seen so much people die
Top shotta
The don dada
We finna ride out
The hottest in section
Nigga we gone blow the smoke out
Competition in my city
Bitch we can bang it out
Lost child through the night
I pray one day I make it out
Same left overs for a week my stomach hurting now
Dirty ass project baby
We had pampers in that south
Fight through depression this shit Killing my soul ow
Never had a role model
We the young hero's now
(Yay yeah)
Thinking suicidal thoughts from my heart I'm running
Look in the sky for a rainbow all I see is some thunder
I call Rebecca my momma
The lord know her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain't no more flunking
So many water bottles for a shower it was hard to keep clean
The city cut are water off we paranoid for some weeks
My body aching I'm so sore on the floor where we sleep
I'm having nightmares when I wake up this shit still the same dream
Don't tell me that you love me if you don't know the real meaning
I spot the snakes in the grass I can see that they creeping
Filthy crumbs in my pockets in my jeans where I keep them
Dropped out of school to chase my dream it was for a good reason
Dropped out of school to chase my dream
It was for a good reason
Why y'all judge me for my past y'all don't know how I'm feeling
My momma getting weaker everyday she need some good healing
I couldn't get a handout them bitches told me stop reaching
Secretly rapping in my room I started off singing
From the trenches to the stage these the dreams I keep having
I need a dollar each and every way I steady keep stacking
We used to pee on the bed we had to take off the plastic
All alone in this world just a baby don't know what to do
Youngest in the family I still find a way to get some food
Got a lil brudda with no daddy screaming fuck the dude
Anything you want you can get it bro I promise you
Eat up off my plate then they leave that's what they all do
Tryna live a new life
In the hills
Glass roof
On the road
State to state
Riding in that bullet proof
Go against the grain fuck nigga we gone get at you
Thinking suicidal thoughts from my heart I'm running
Look in the sky for a rainbow all I see is some thunder
I call Rebecca my momma
The lord know her time coming
The time is now I face my problems Nigga ain't no more flunking
Credits
Writer(s): Marquel Hood
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