Can't Expla!n

I can't explain through all the pain I been
I sip alone I drink this medicine
They try to help but I don't let them in
The devil try's but I don't let him win

Sometimes I dream about it
Smoke about it
Sleep about it
Talk about it
Walk it out I been about it
Imma show em how to get that money
Add it up go head go and count it, remember I had a paper wallet, now I gotta couple thousand dollars, add it up while smoking marijuana

My thoughts have been taking me to the different places in my head
I'm contemplating selling that dope or head to work instead
Constant mistakes i keep on making tryna fix my self, when you feel down remember its only you and no one else

Let's go

Take the time to talk me i don't FaceTime
I'm addicted to the hustle I don't play none
Only real nigga shit when I come around, smoking gas from the morning to the sundown
I don't fuck with no games I don't play around
In the stu every night tryna make sounds
If they ask how you been tell em good now
Look at god and I pray every night now

My god I'm looking up and I'm asking you to take care of me
watch my back if I'm in these streets keep the heat on me Incase the devil beef
2 much hate that could come for me but I never give in to the enemy
Working daily to my destiny, if I do what's right then god keep blessing me

Gang



Credits
Writer(s): Erick Martinez-diaz
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