Feel My Pain, Pt. 2
I was just up in the trenches
Surviving, heard gun shots everyday
That shit was real
Walking outside seeing dead bodies traumatizing
You don't know how that shit feel
I was betrayed by the ones that I loved the most
You don't know how my heart feel
Scarred by the love
Broken by trust
Sometimes I wonder will my heart heal
I gotta keep me a gun
A blick
Bullets ain't got no name
Don't get hit
Swear I'm from the bottom
Yeah, I'm from the sticks
You run up on me
And I'm popping your shit
I don't do the drama
I stay out the mix
I don't do the love
I don't need a bitch
I don't do the love
I don't need a bitch
How you gonna switch up on me
I ran outta love
I can't trust my homies
They gonna snake, yo they fake and they phony
They gonna sing to the judge, like Tony
My mind and my heart told me I'm lonely
You ain't lived my life, you don't know me
Did a lot of things for 'em, they owe me
Twenty-four bullets in my gun, like Kobe
I pray my father gon' get that appeal
I need that advance
I signed to a deal
I grew up on violence
All I know is kill
And don't hate my Jack
If yo name ain't Jill
I pop me a perc
I pop me a pill
Like I wanna die
Sometimes what I feel
Like I wanna die
Sometimes what I feel
Got stabbed in my back
Got shot in my face
If I had a heart
It would be cold
I made a few songs throughout of my years
And I know one day, they gon' be gold
My soul from the 80's, was born in 2000's
So fuck my age, man I'm really old
Fuck the money, the cars, the clothes
The world nigga, we family you really told
I don't need a plug
Cause I've been a socket
And I'm taking off
Don't call me a rocket
I see it I like it, I want it, I cop it
I'm doing what I want
I wish they would stop it
Like this was a toy
And my songs they bop it
Like we need to talk
Some squid, let's chop it
Like we need to talk
Some squid, let's chop it
I remember waking up on a Sunday
And not smelling no food being cooked
That night my mom and my daddy was looking for me
Guess they couldn't read
I was booked
I spent the week out the crib
Start selling that weed
I need food for the kid
Wish daddy was here
But he doing a bid
I'm crazy, I'm going through shit in my head
I don't want your love
My mommas was tough
My daddy showed
But he ain't stay long enough
If they see my tears
They gon' call it bluff
I cannot explain
But I'm going through stuff
You wanted a girl
But you got me
And if you don't want me here
I'll leave
I don't feel accepted
Wish I was aborted
I wanna move far away
But can't afford it
Been burning for years
My soul is in Hell
I won't crack a smile
Cause I'm hurt, can you tell
And I still won't answer
If you ring a bell
And I prayed for dude
He got killed in his cell
When I wanna die
But don't wanna leave Earth
I wanna leave Earth
But I don't wanna die
Can you be my tissue
If I ever cry
And I got a question
I was born why
I was born why
I was born
I got a question
I was born why
I was born why
I was born why
Surviving, heard gun shots everyday
That shit was real
Walking outside seeing dead bodies traumatizing
You don't know how that shit feel
I was betrayed by the ones that I loved the most
You don't know how my heart feel
Scarred by the love
Broken by trust
Sometimes I wonder will my heart heal
I gotta keep me a gun
A blick
Bullets ain't got no name
Don't get hit
Swear I'm from the bottom
Yeah, I'm from the sticks
You run up on me
And I'm popping your shit
I don't do the drama
I stay out the mix
I don't do the love
I don't need a bitch
I don't do the love
I don't need a bitch
How you gonna switch up on me
I ran outta love
I can't trust my homies
They gonna snake, yo they fake and they phony
They gonna sing to the judge, like Tony
My mind and my heart told me I'm lonely
You ain't lived my life, you don't know me
Did a lot of things for 'em, they owe me
Twenty-four bullets in my gun, like Kobe
I pray my father gon' get that appeal
I need that advance
I signed to a deal
I grew up on violence
All I know is kill
And don't hate my Jack
If yo name ain't Jill
I pop me a perc
I pop me a pill
Like I wanna die
Sometimes what I feel
Like I wanna die
Sometimes what I feel
Got stabbed in my back
Got shot in my face
If I had a heart
It would be cold
I made a few songs throughout of my years
And I know one day, they gon' be gold
My soul from the 80's, was born in 2000's
So fuck my age, man I'm really old
Fuck the money, the cars, the clothes
The world nigga, we family you really told
I don't need a plug
Cause I've been a socket
And I'm taking off
Don't call me a rocket
I see it I like it, I want it, I cop it
I'm doing what I want
I wish they would stop it
Like this was a toy
And my songs they bop it
Like we need to talk
Some squid, let's chop it
Like we need to talk
Some squid, let's chop it
I remember waking up on a Sunday
And not smelling no food being cooked
That night my mom and my daddy was looking for me
Guess they couldn't read
I was booked
I spent the week out the crib
Start selling that weed
I need food for the kid
Wish daddy was here
But he doing a bid
I'm crazy, I'm going through shit in my head
I don't want your love
My mommas was tough
My daddy showed
But he ain't stay long enough
If they see my tears
They gon' call it bluff
I cannot explain
But I'm going through stuff
You wanted a girl
But you got me
And if you don't want me here
I'll leave
I don't feel accepted
Wish I was aborted
I wanna move far away
But can't afford it
Been burning for years
My soul is in Hell
I won't crack a smile
Cause I'm hurt, can you tell
And I still won't answer
If you ring a bell
And I prayed for dude
He got killed in his cell
When I wanna die
But don't wanna leave Earth
I wanna leave Earth
But I don't wanna die
Can you be my tissue
If I ever cry
And I got a question
I was born why
I was born why
I was born
I got a question
I was born why
I was born why
I was born why
Credits
Writer(s): Norelle Chantelle Hampton
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