Choices
Nigga did him dirty now he on the fucking news
And I know I fuck with dude, but I don't fuck with dude
In my raps, you hear no lies just the fucking truth
Used to be dead broke eating dog food
Niggas dirt broke tell me what's the damn solution
They just want to see you dead or in the institution
So I mix all my drinks with these damn potions
Cause out here out in these streets it ain't a lot of choices
You got a choice in this game You either prey or the predator
Niggas killed for fame they run niggas start wetting up
I got lots of pain but I try to deal with other stuff
Demons in my brain I feel like I got them bundled up
Gotta wake up from this dream before I end up in another one
Big glock with a beam niggas kill you buy another gun
Can't even escape from everything nigga I can't even fucking run
Run away from the pain yeah
Used to be dead broke tryna figure out shit
Down bad I was looking for a fucking lick
Used to be the funny guy now that life so serious
Thought these bitches want me but I was acting delirious
Life goes on live love and just let it go
Got a lot of people that's playing me thru they stereo
In a few months all you gon hear is that Burkio
Young jit from the city who trying to get his money long
Bitches on my dick that was sizing when I was walking home
Big gun on my hip if you try me I bust your fucking dome
I think love is fake guess we all meant to just be alone
Never trust a bitch cause I tried and I got battle wounds
Seen a lot of shit with these eyes that was so fucking wrong
Some niggas ain't swallow they pride so now they phoning home
So now they phoning home rather get a bag and die all alone
You got a choice in this game You either prey or the predator
Niggas killed for fame they run niggas start wetting up
I got lots of pain but I try to deal with other stuff
Demons in my brain I feel like I got them bundled up
Gotta wake up from this dream before I end up in another one
Big glock with a beam niggas kill you buy another gun
Can't even escape from everything nigga I can't even fucking run
Run away from the pain yeah
It's a warzone and I'm stuck in the middle yeah
It turns out the war was a civil one
Niggas kill they dawg over some pussy or some bubblegum
If I eat then everybody eat go head and get you some
It was times where I ain't eat in weeks no I ain't have a crumb
Now I tell my brothers we gon feast because I'm going dumb
Remember mama couldn't pay the lease
Cause we ain't have the funds
I ain't even really smoke no weed but I was feeling numb
There's a war outside, There's a war outside
And I don't know how to stop it
But baby hold me tight, But baby hold me tight
And take care of my problems
Through the day and night
Through the day and night you were with me at the bottom
Some niggas lost they life
Some niggas lost they life
RIP to the fallen you got choices
You got a choice in this game You either prey or the predator
Niggas killed for fame they run niggas start wetting up
I got lots of pain but I try to deal with other stuff
Demons in my brain I feel like I got them bundled up
Gotta wake up from this dream before I end up in another one
Big glock with a beam niggas kill you buy another gun
Can't even escape from everything nigga I can't even fucking run
Run away from the pain yeah
And I know I fuck with dude, but I don't fuck with dude
In my raps, you hear no lies just the fucking truth
Used to be dead broke eating dog food
Niggas dirt broke tell me what's the damn solution
They just want to see you dead or in the institution
So I mix all my drinks with these damn potions
Cause out here out in these streets it ain't a lot of choices
You got a choice in this game You either prey or the predator
Niggas killed for fame they run niggas start wetting up
I got lots of pain but I try to deal with other stuff
Demons in my brain I feel like I got them bundled up
Gotta wake up from this dream before I end up in another one
Big glock with a beam niggas kill you buy another gun
Can't even escape from everything nigga I can't even fucking run
Run away from the pain yeah
Used to be dead broke tryna figure out shit
Down bad I was looking for a fucking lick
Used to be the funny guy now that life so serious
Thought these bitches want me but I was acting delirious
Life goes on live love and just let it go
Got a lot of people that's playing me thru they stereo
In a few months all you gon hear is that Burkio
Young jit from the city who trying to get his money long
Bitches on my dick that was sizing when I was walking home
Big gun on my hip if you try me I bust your fucking dome
I think love is fake guess we all meant to just be alone
Never trust a bitch cause I tried and I got battle wounds
Seen a lot of shit with these eyes that was so fucking wrong
Some niggas ain't swallow they pride so now they phoning home
So now they phoning home rather get a bag and die all alone
You got a choice in this game You either prey or the predator
Niggas killed for fame they run niggas start wetting up
I got lots of pain but I try to deal with other stuff
Demons in my brain I feel like I got them bundled up
Gotta wake up from this dream before I end up in another one
Big glock with a beam niggas kill you buy another gun
Can't even escape from everything nigga I can't even fucking run
Run away from the pain yeah
It's a warzone and I'm stuck in the middle yeah
It turns out the war was a civil one
Niggas kill they dawg over some pussy or some bubblegum
If I eat then everybody eat go head and get you some
It was times where I ain't eat in weeks no I ain't have a crumb
Now I tell my brothers we gon feast because I'm going dumb
Remember mama couldn't pay the lease
Cause we ain't have the funds
I ain't even really smoke no weed but I was feeling numb
There's a war outside, There's a war outside
And I don't know how to stop it
But baby hold me tight, But baby hold me tight
And take care of my problems
Through the day and night
Through the day and night you were with me at the bottom
Some niggas lost they life
Some niggas lost they life
RIP to the fallen you got choices
You got a choice in this game You either prey or the predator
Niggas killed for fame they run niggas start wetting up
I got lots of pain but I try to deal with other stuff
Demons in my brain I feel like I got them bundled up
Gotta wake up from this dream before I end up in another one
Big glock with a beam niggas kill you buy another gun
Can't even escape from everything nigga I can't even fucking run
Run away from the pain yeah
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Writer(s): Gabriel Burkes
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