It's Gone Be A While

To be honest this...
This right here is probably the hardest shit I ever had to go through
To be honest

I'm so sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
It's gone a while
Before I crack a smile
To get you back I'll do whatever, walk a thousand miles
Everybody say I need to let that pain out
But what's that bout to change now
Stressing losing weight now
Bitch I miss my daddy
In my feelings, in a way now
Invested in my talent
Add it up, mathematics
Smoking so much weed, but I'll never be a addict

Yea
If god woulda told me
Look I woulda been home
Life way too hard
Look I coulda been gone
I'm tired of writing all these motherfuckin pain songs
My daddy passed away when he just fucking came home
I done had it all
Lost it all in a week
The type of life I live, you can't make it if you weak
Don't tell nobody, keep it street
Keep it all, yeah
Discret
And that pain run so deep, It be hard for me to sleep

I'm so sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
It's gone a while
Before I crack a smile
To get you back I'll do whatever, walk a thousand miles
Everybody say I need to let that pain out
But what's that bout to change now
Stressing losing weight now
Bitch I miss my daddy
In my feelings, in a way now
Invested in my talent
Add it up, mathematics
Smoking so much weed, but I'll never be a addict
Yea

Wake up crying every morning, I can't seem to find no peace
And my brother keep a piece
It get deadly in the streets
Got a call from my momma saying daddy gone
And my brother voice cracking through the jail phone
I was on the way from laffy
On the way home
Look, I gotta tell my sister
This a sad song
I was just happy
Coming back from Texas
I ain't even home
Even in my section
Gotta keep a weapon
Steppers steading stepping
Gotta book a session
I'd done been to school
But yea this my profession
I don't answer phones
I don't mind texting
God damn I miss my daddy
I might book another session, tell Tyren pop a addy
And my brother keep a sticks
Like a golfer, like a caddy
Don't nobody love me like my momma
So every fucking comma, I get it for my momma
God please forgive me, ima lie to your honor
Know I gotta get it cause I really like designer
I get that from my daddy, he was flashy love designer
Stepping off in dixie
With that gas, yea this rasta
When I told my sister, broke down like a gram
I couldn't fucking breathe, and I couldn't find no air
I don't want you, I don't share
Oh yea, this pussy shit ain't fair
I'ma make'em hit the block
Go around carrousel
Putting smoke up in the air
Why I gotta go to funerals?...
Why everybody can't get old?...
Why you can't do what you told?...
Friends, even family even fold...
My heart really broke to pieces
Left on the court with no defense
This the only really thing
That's my weakness
I barely be sleeping, tires steady screechin'
Jumping off the deep end, I can't even pretend
You don't really love me, cause we always fucking beefing
And I don't really care, this the shit that got me cheefin'
Ride around with PJ
Don't get home til the evening
You saying that you love me, I don't really know the meaning
Meri call my phone, just to see if I been eating
Don't call my phone if you ain't never in my recents
For my brothers and my sisters
Yea, I love y'all til the end.