On the Edge

So I was gifted with a voice, but I don't know how to use it
I was told that I was toxic, I was told that I was useless
I was told I would never make it out the city with this music
I told them niggas prove it

But lately a nigga been popping, hoping he don't overdose
They said he lost his mind, he not himself, we don't know what he on
He from a broken family, so them streets became a second home
He claim that when he make it, he'll come back and put a dozen on

He tried to find himself through love, it worked but now his shawty gone
He spent the last few days in tears, with no one he could blame it on yeah, yeah
But his self, but his self

Word on the street, he was broke for half his life
They say he only into books, he was never bout that life
They heard he sworn in with bloods, never thought that he'd be the type
He got one chance to make it right, and that chance might be tonight

But he popped another pill
He ain't want to but he will
They tried to tell him stop it but he like the way it feel

And he claiming that it heal
But they worried it's gone kill
They saying everything he not, but they don't know the real (Yeah)

He been living good, with the past behind him he should be
In position, seven figures, being all he could be
They done called him weak because he trippin' over pussy
They don't know he lost his heart, his life ain't where it should be

Know he keep a pole, but they don't know if he had used it
Shooting for the stars, they don't know how this nigga moving
They tell this nigga give up, knowing damn well he won't do it
So they made that nigga prove it (Yeah, yeah)