No Hook 9
They can never understand why my heart so cold
So much weight up on my chest that my heart could explode
And yet my hand stay closed so what I know don't get exposed
All The shit I ever did I never told nobody knows
And cops ain't gotta look no more you niggas giving maps out
Telling on yourself cause you need something to rap bout
Don't say it to be funny man I'm only giving facts out
Posting drug and money then wonder why they hit your trap house
The streets fucked up lil nigga please don't play with your luck
The time for being real and gangsta is up
The fucking rats won't hush
They ain't dying and they telling too much
Man that's the type of shit got Cellus locked up
And I'll stand in front the judge and spit a lie out
Cause that's the code that we got live and we gon die bout
Before you ever see me fold lord knows that ima cop out
If we gotta die together it's whatever we gon rock out
And I give so many chances
Back stabbed so much I'm just accustomed to bandages
Try to make them work for it but they want me to hand them it
I got the biggest heart and so they take the advantages
I got the world on my shoulders
I really ain't got the time to think it over
Ninety nine percent of the time I be sober
Your friends think they know but they don't know ya
Shit I really can't explain my true pain just pull me closer
I swear to god they know just how I'm coming
Been thuggin since a youngin
Tell the truth man I ain't gain nothing from it
Man nothing but some temporary meals in my stomach
Man nothing but some commissary meals and a bunkie
My niggaz know I'm always on go never put on a show
So with me man they don't know but they know
The first time you say no can turn a friend to a foe
But shit I stand on my toes On all ten til I go
And I got too much love for this street shit
Love for the ones who said I never was gon be shit
Love to see my brothers face I said we was gon be lit
Love the way I motivate the ones who here to see this
Ooouu I'm too legit
Can't tell me that my god ain't good
I wasn't your average thug but left my mark in the hood
Told my bitch about my past and all she saw was the good
My Potna told me it's his last and end up sparking a wood
Last year was a mess I was outchea all alone
Zina looked me in my face and told me son come home
I can never pay her back for all the love I was shown
Since I can not pay her back I'll just put it in a song
And ima tell her dear momma I apologize
Coming up I held the truth and sold a lot of lies
The day I ever have to get down and I look my daughter eye to eye
And help her ass to realize baby you a fuckin prize
And lord I know I made some mistakes
I know it's never too late
I know it wrong but shit I do what it takes
Shit I put food on the plate
They say they hungry and refusing to wait
Ima go hard until I'm blue in the face
So much weight up on my chest that my heart could explode
And yet my hand stay closed so what I know don't get exposed
All The shit I ever did I never told nobody knows
And cops ain't gotta look no more you niggas giving maps out
Telling on yourself cause you need something to rap bout
Don't say it to be funny man I'm only giving facts out
Posting drug and money then wonder why they hit your trap house
The streets fucked up lil nigga please don't play with your luck
The time for being real and gangsta is up
The fucking rats won't hush
They ain't dying and they telling too much
Man that's the type of shit got Cellus locked up
And I'll stand in front the judge and spit a lie out
Cause that's the code that we got live and we gon die bout
Before you ever see me fold lord knows that ima cop out
If we gotta die together it's whatever we gon rock out
And I give so many chances
Back stabbed so much I'm just accustomed to bandages
Try to make them work for it but they want me to hand them it
I got the biggest heart and so they take the advantages
I got the world on my shoulders
I really ain't got the time to think it over
Ninety nine percent of the time I be sober
Your friends think they know but they don't know ya
Shit I really can't explain my true pain just pull me closer
I swear to god they know just how I'm coming
Been thuggin since a youngin
Tell the truth man I ain't gain nothing from it
Man nothing but some temporary meals in my stomach
Man nothing but some commissary meals and a bunkie
My niggaz know I'm always on go never put on a show
So with me man they don't know but they know
The first time you say no can turn a friend to a foe
But shit I stand on my toes On all ten til I go
And I got too much love for this street shit
Love for the ones who said I never was gon be shit
Love to see my brothers face I said we was gon be lit
Love the way I motivate the ones who here to see this
Ooouu I'm too legit
Can't tell me that my god ain't good
I wasn't your average thug but left my mark in the hood
Told my bitch about my past and all she saw was the good
My Potna told me it's his last and end up sparking a wood
Last year was a mess I was outchea all alone
Zina looked me in my face and told me son come home
I can never pay her back for all the love I was shown
Since I can not pay her back I'll just put it in a song
And ima tell her dear momma I apologize
Coming up I held the truth and sold a lot of lies
The day I ever have to get down and I look my daughter eye to eye
And help her ass to realize baby you a fuckin prize
And lord I know I made some mistakes
I know it's never too late
I know it wrong but shit I do what it takes
Shit I put food on the plate
They say they hungry and refusing to wait
Ima go hard until I'm blue in the face
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Writer(s): Phillip Brown
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