F'd Up
I ain't letting up
Just for you to let me down
And ain't no oh he'll come around
I'm standing my ground
So fuck you you you and others around you
I'll keep my mouth shut can't diss niggas in the ground too
Gotta respect the dead I lost my 'cuz
And when I reflect on what's next I see a smudge
I wanna take heads off necks I got a grudge
Strapped up
O-Dog telling me that they killed your 'cuz
We needed A wax
With the 'dezzy strapped to get the job done
But say less I question my pride look at the outcome
We won the race with pain but the guilt I couldn't outrun
Put on a face of shame what I felt could do without some
You not my equal
I feel it in the air you not my Sigel
My life a movie then you not my sequel
So fake and unreal you just might be see through
So let me see you stand on that dirt from the earth beneath you
I got my mind up in the clouds question everything with how
We all want to make our momma proud
But it's all fucked up
Y'all really fucked up
When you feeling like a servant
Starting to question if it's worth it
Not sure if you even got a purpose
It's all fucked up
This world is fucked up
Real Hustlers want Benny the Butcher to sign they stove
And real shooters want Gaston to sign they glock
Un jamming da sig had fam from England in my spot
Christmas Eve on Salem road I fired threw some crops
Second shot jammed fuck 'outta here it's getting hot
Good times I considered you
You considered me not
So I'm conflicted
Considered you my brother you vindictive
An epiphany lifted my whole energy shifted
I manifest and it assist with everyday being Christmas
If there's a threat and it exist I put it way out of extinction
If you speaking from the heart
Don't mix the hate with some wisdom
I showed my faith and loyalty turn to betrayal so instant
I changed up
But to some not for the better
If they cant run it with it then tell 'em just don't sweat it
'Cause life goals
Now lead me to life's gold
So tell bro
No more socks with no holes
When wifey trippin'
Feel like I'm losing grip and
The thought of me not providing what's on that wish list
I feel fucked up
Im all fucked up
I gotta question the world
I got 3 little girls
And I fear most what's yet to unfurl
Man It's all fucked up
This world is so fucked
Just for you to let me down
And ain't no oh he'll come around
I'm standing my ground
So fuck you you you and others around you
I'll keep my mouth shut can't diss niggas in the ground too
Gotta respect the dead I lost my 'cuz
And when I reflect on what's next I see a smudge
I wanna take heads off necks I got a grudge
Strapped up
O-Dog telling me that they killed your 'cuz
We needed A wax
With the 'dezzy strapped to get the job done
But say less I question my pride look at the outcome
We won the race with pain but the guilt I couldn't outrun
Put on a face of shame what I felt could do without some
You not my equal
I feel it in the air you not my Sigel
My life a movie then you not my sequel
So fake and unreal you just might be see through
So let me see you stand on that dirt from the earth beneath you
I got my mind up in the clouds question everything with how
We all want to make our momma proud
But it's all fucked up
Y'all really fucked up
When you feeling like a servant
Starting to question if it's worth it
Not sure if you even got a purpose
It's all fucked up
This world is fucked up
Real Hustlers want Benny the Butcher to sign they stove
And real shooters want Gaston to sign they glock
Un jamming da sig had fam from England in my spot
Christmas Eve on Salem road I fired threw some crops
Second shot jammed fuck 'outta here it's getting hot
Good times I considered you
You considered me not
So I'm conflicted
Considered you my brother you vindictive
An epiphany lifted my whole energy shifted
I manifest and it assist with everyday being Christmas
If there's a threat and it exist I put it way out of extinction
If you speaking from the heart
Don't mix the hate with some wisdom
I showed my faith and loyalty turn to betrayal so instant
I changed up
But to some not for the better
If they cant run it with it then tell 'em just don't sweat it
'Cause life goals
Now lead me to life's gold
So tell bro
No more socks with no holes
When wifey trippin'
Feel like I'm losing grip and
The thought of me not providing what's on that wish list
I feel fucked up
Im all fucked up
I gotta question the world
I got 3 little girls
And I fear most what's yet to unfurl
Man It's all fucked up
This world is so fucked
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Writer(s): Ricardo D'rozario
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