Abrasive

Felt trapped in my hood that shit felt like a dungeon
Finna kick down the do' i done got me some hope cause at first shit that do' wasn't budgin'
Always knew not to lack shotty pump with a strap fifteen walkin' round like a gunman
Cuzzo makin' a sale he ain't usin' no scale eyeball he be using his judgement
Fuck yo' feelings i guess i'm abrasive

He was tough 'til they gave 'em that pencil that type of shit make niggas want to erase 'em
It's a hard knock life had to learn to adapt so the struggle apart of my nature
Got a clip full of cutters bow let 'em loose at yo' top like a taper
These niggas might tote but i know they don't want real smoke like a motherfuckin' vapor
Lookin' out for the people i love in the midst of all that felt like i was losing me
Twenty five and work nine to five i struggle too nigga don't nobody do for me
Couple nights had to walk in below twenty weather
Short sleeves cold as fuck no sweater
On the way to rockin' out Coachella fasho forreal no cap
Oh you see elevation and start celebrating you a groupie i see nigga chill
Missin' granny that happened in two thousand ten but it hurt it don't feel like I healed
Summer hit it was lit me marlon marquez and teemo actin up at yo' crib
Now i damn near shed a tear when i ride by where you lived
It's givin' me chills

Felt trapped in my hood that shit felt like a dungeon
Finna kick down the do' i done got me some hope cause at first shit that do' wasn't budgin'
Always knew not to lack shotty pump with a strap fifteen walkin' round like a gunman
Cuzzo makin' a sale he ain't usin' no scale eyeball he be using his judgement
Fuck yo' feelings i guess i'm abrasive



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Writer(s): Phyllip Moore
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