November

Yea
Shout out Tc, yea
Heh

Flashback to November
Yea
Teh
Aye

Mic check
Heh
One two

Tryna remember all them days when I would cry
Flashback to all them years, when we was just some lil kids
And with this life had no idea it's just not planned for us to live or even strive aye
They just had plans fa us to die

And it's sad to say that nowadays it's niggas ridin' strapped
Tired of all these masks
Been hiding shit to keep me from my past
And it's demons I been fighting that's been leading me to find a way to crash
But it's no one there to check if I'm gone last yea

Living life up on that edge
I been working tryna settle down it's tough
Cause she been crying from the hurt that nigga did
More or less of what he said, or just the shit that he ain't telling her in fear
Cause he knows she can be the one but he ain't shit

But it's nothing I can change so I just cry
Really scared cause all my friends done left me dry
And the niggas I was with just wasn't real, but I guess this is just another act of God
But I'm sitting in my room just asking why yea

Been crying a river, I'm tired of living, and I'm tryna do what's right but I'm sinnin'
It's nothing against you
Let me be
Yea

Wanna tell you bout my fears, or all the shit that lead me here
But it's gone be hard to let you in cause you might up and leave
Shit
Wasn't real as I thought
Need some nights where I can vanish from my peers in the dark
And with a bitch that keep me sane without me feenin' to fuck
But shit

Who really cares, huh
I tried to call but no ones there
And it's niggas tryna say I'm acting weird
And its days where I just wonder is it worth it if I'm here
Never felt the same compassion from my peers
Lotta nights I reminisce
Yea
Darker times aye
Where I ain't read between the lines
Thought I had it all but it went falling, I lost hope when all my karma wouldn't stop
Know they hate it cause I made these niggas rot yea

Leaving nap'll keep me calm maybe
And yea they all snaked me
But I'll let that karma pass in God phases
Found some light when no one called crazy
I learned my purpose wasn't meant to keep these niggas round my calls vacant

Uh
Gazing at this ceiling fan in advanced
Plottin' over shit that me and Wop should prolly get advanced
Talkin' bout the shit that niggas ponder while they getting jacked by niggas in this Business signing artist cause see a bag
But yappin' like they see the path it's crazy
All for entertainment
Gotta use ya penny wise for niggas clowning bout that paper
And it's demons in disguise I know they hide behind these fables
Pray the odds be in my favor
Yea



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Writer(s): Jeremiah Hartman
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