Hhh
You niggas make me Sick to my Stomach
I'm in it I'm running
Everyone pockets I'm thuggin
Just a product of slumming
What the fuck is jumping out my chest
Prolly the will to kill anything standing in my way of my blessings
The state of my psyche
Really ain't up the brightest
I'm fighting inner demons and addictions
That be enticing
The state of my career push me away from my family
And when I'm on these phone calls
I don't think they understand me
So before you say you feel me
Fuck off nigga
My pops was a piece a shit
I think it rubbed off nigga
I wanna help but emotions blast back like a sawed off nigga
So if you tryna talk about it get lost my nigga
Pissed off but my held high
All the homies in the hood throw they hands in the sky
The Money on the table
Yeah it's gone be mine
Thunderstorms in the dark
Now it's time for the shine nigga
Well where's the bones then aye
Where is it at
Where are the bones
Well where's the bones then aye
Where is it at
Where are the bones
In my prime tryna hit Forbes
Before I go and turn a corpse
In this motion picture called life
I picked a perfect score
I deserve some credit for my effort
Thunderstorms up in the dark
Thinking back and I'm reflecting
Suicide on my mind
But it's just suggestive
I would never do it
But the thought is tempting
Staring at these bills on my screen obsessing
Making money off my motions
Instead of counting my blessings
Honesty Stings it brings that knot in your chest
What does life mean
I seen things that I contest
I believe I need life better than this
Clever will live forever I'm settled up in this bitch
Pissed off but my held high
All the homies in the hood throw they hands in the sky
The Money on the table
Yeah it's gone be mine
Thunderstorms in the dark
Now it's time for the shine nigga
Pissed off but my held high
All the homies in the hood throw they hands in the sky
The Money on the table
Yeah it's gone be mine
Thunderstorms in the dark
Now it's time for the shine nigga
I'm in it I'm running
Everyone pockets I'm thuggin
Just a product of slumming
What the fuck is jumping out my chest
Prolly the will to kill anything standing in my way of my blessings
The state of my psyche
Really ain't up the brightest
I'm fighting inner demons and addictions
That be enticing
The state of my career push me away from my family
And when I'm on these phone calls
I don't think they understand me
So before you say you feel me
Fuck off nigga
My pops was a piece a shit
I think it rubbed off nigga
I wanna help but emotions blast back like a sawed off nigga
So if you tryna talk about it get lost my nigga
Pissed off but my held high
All the homies in the hood throw they hands in the sky
The Money on the table
Yeah it's gone be mine
Thunderstorms in the dark
Now it's time for the shine nigga
Well where's the bones then aye
Where is it at
Where are the bones
Well where's the bones then aye
Where is it at
Where are the bones
In my prime tryna hit Forbes
Before I go and turn a corpse
In this motion picture called life
I picked a perfect score
I deserve some credit for my effort
Thunderstorms up in the dark
Thinking back and I'm reflecting
Suicide on my mind
But it's just suggestive
I would never do it
But the thought is tempting
Staring at these bills on my screen obsessing
Making money off my motions
Instead of counting my blessings
Honesty Stings it brings that knot in your chest
What does life mean
I seen things that I contest
I believe I need life better than this
Clever will live forever I'm settled up in this bitch
Pissed off but my held high
All the homies in the hood throw they hands in the sky
The Money on the table
Yeah it's gone be mine
Thunderstorms in the dark
Now it's time for the shine nigga
Pissed off but my held high
All the homies in the hood throw they hands in the sky
The Money on the table
Yeah it's gone be mine
Thunderstorms in the dark
Now it's time for the shine nigga
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Writer(s): Eric Mays, Marcus Omeish
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