Grasp

Trying to get a grasp, on what the future look like
Close my eyes and I see darkness, pray the future look bright
Sooner that I get it rolling, then the sooner move right
But see I understand don't rush the plan, I knew what's knewed I
Always, fussing and fighting
Mind ain't right he armed and dangerous, take yo' life and
Heal these scars with causing scars, and 'casionally rhyming
Asked her do she see the state, that currently i'm in

Gave that bitch back to the streets, and jumped back in 'em hisself
Smoking 'ports and smoking blacks, he don't keep track of his health
He got killers but be dolo, he don't lack by hisself
No he don't keep it in no holster, 'cause the strap by his belt
And fuck it, some souls he robbed it, skeletons in his closet
Excluding one, he don't trust none, he ran the streets with it's obvious
That niggas don't fuck with him, how he fuck with 'em
His phone don't ring, unless they need 'em for to come get em
He had compassion and love, but that deteriorated
Folks done took advantage of 'em, now he seriously jaded
He want some to try they luck, he gon' shear and degrade em
No they won't put no bandage on em, they'll be near integrated
To the afterlife
Yeah he send that pussy bitch up to his savior
He gon' need a alibi
Just incase he a made mistake but he don't want to owe no favors
So he gon' take every precaution that he could take
No he ain't going down this for an he ain't finna lay
Okay
He tell hisself "i'm finna make home tonight"
By any all means so anyone get blown tonight

Aw that nigga ain't dead yet?
Yeah he up, hold that old fuck around ahh nigga
Now bring the chorus back

Trying to get a grasp, on what the future look like
Close my eyes and I see darkness, pray the future look bright
Sooner that I get it rolling, then the sooner move right
But see I understand don't rush the plan, I knew what's knewed I
Always, fussing and fighting
Mind ain't right he armed and dangerous, take yo' life and
Heal these scars with causing scars, and 'casionally rhyming
Asked her do she see the state, that currently i'm in

And fuck it, some souls he robbed it, skeletons in his closet
Excluding one, he don't trust none, he ran the streets with it's obvious
That niggas don't fuck with him, how he fuck with 'em
His phone don't ring, unless they need 'em for to come get em
He had compassion and love, but that deteriorated
Folks done took advantage of em, now he seriously jaded
He want some to try they luck, he gon' shear and degrade em
No they won't put no bandage on em, they'll be near integrated



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Writer(s): Jordan Riggs
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