Spike

Boy I been fighting for my life
And I'm just tryna make it right
I got no friends take no advice
I guess this shit comes at price

Boy I been fighting for my life
And I'm just tryna make it right
I got no friends take no advice
I guess this shit comes at price
Boy I been

Passing through my days
Spiegal in my ways
They say that life's a party
Let a nigga get a taste
Flirting with my pain
Jumping of a train
Stranded in the dessert
Stair the devil in his face

Jacket on me
Have it on me
Niggas they was laughing
Crapping on me
Hate it
Had no homies
No one know me
Now I got the bag up on me
Can't control me
Face it
I see so much
When I be deep in my slumber
These visions running through my mind
Yet I can't find me no lover

Boy I been fighting for my life
And I'm just tryna make it right
I got no friends take no advice
I guess this shit comes at price

Boy I been fighting for my life
And I'm just tryna make it right
I got no friends take no advice
I guess this shit comes at price
Boy I been



Credits
Writer(s): Peter-junior Maimane
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