D.A.M.N
Rarely talk on lows because I rather focus on my highs
Spilt my tea in write my pains
Could never read 'll make me cry
Maybe this will help me on the tro'
I spoke on suicide
Why I'm always happy
And I'll tell you that I tried to die
When I got the call for Claude
Clear as if its yesterday
Friday's on Friday night the 29th of January
Text read you heard what happened
I ain't 'een gone hold you
She ain't even have to call
Knew that heaven gained a soldier
Told myself it ain't real
Rip all on the timeline
Thinking on our last time
Damn we should've took a flick
Lefty wit the crazy handles
In the Y spraying shit
Gang nights on 2K summer nights
Is finished shit
Fast forward months later
So much pain built up
Gram gone Claude gone
Arm still weak as fuck
A hit and run could've killt me
But I'm here standing up
Was deep inside depression
Seen a light put ya' lanterns up
'Tempted suicide and when I lived
Knew I had a purpose
Back to Carolina getting buckets
All summer worken
Had a couple 30 balls
Stayed committed I deserve it
Now we in like April
Feeling like a pro and shit
Unc relapsed brother locked
Jesus on some bogus shit
Think that's when I left religion
Realized that we all god
Cow could make a cow
That's our father then we all Gods
John 10:34 Psalms 82:6
Deep in meditation left the earth a crazy trip
Message to the black man, 48 laws
Just when life was on the up
Doug call about Awal
Now we lost gram lost Claude lost Wal
Mother not working but I had like 2 jobs
How Kount get in an accident
Car flipped and all
Then to start 2020
I lost my fucking dog
Next I'm on the phone with Fari
And he sound distraught
Around the same time my nigga Bas got shot
Every time we linked
I'm thinking go Diego go
Said we need another game night
Just the week befo
Then you got Marc got Ant got Juelz
Lost my nigga Gus like 9 from 22
So if you wonder why a nigga never speak on it
Came a ways from feeling failure I defeat defeat homie
Watched my mother have an aneurysm
I ain't know what's happened
Bone rotted fridge was unplugged
Know my pops was Snapping
Little brotha robbed for his work
niggas caught him lacking
Here you go, some more trauma
This a little more tragic
5 Or 6 seen a nigga stabbed outta granny crib
Lil older shorty died right there
At the fucking field
4 Shootings
Had a gun pointed at me like chill gang
3 Times
I lost my tooth
Riding for the gang
2 Bodies I seen warm
With my own eyes
Can't forget Nan and aunt Bren
Glad you home now
So if you wonder why a nigga never speak on it
I seen to much death
I'm cool off the reaper homie
Spilt my tea in write my pains
Could never read 'll make me cry
Maybe this will help me on the tro'
I spoke on suicide
Why I'm always happy
And I'll tell you that I tried to die
When I got the call for Claude
Clear as if its yesterday
Friday's on Friday night the 29th of January
Text read you heard what happened
I ain't 'een gone hold you
She ain't even have to call
Knew that heaven gained a soldier
Told myself it ain't real
Rip all on the timeline
Thinking on our last time
Damn we should've took a flick
Lefty wit the crazy handles
In the Y spraying shit
Gang nights on 2K summer nights
Is finished shit
Fast forward months later
So much pain built up
Gram gone Claude gone
Arm still weak as fuck
A hit and run could've killt me
But I'm here standing up
Was deep inside depression
Seen a light put ya' lanterns up
'Tempted suicide and when I lived
Knew I had a purpose
Back to Carolina getting buckets
All summer worken
Had a couple 30 balls
Stayed committed I deserve it
Now we in like April
Feeling like a pro and shit
Unc relapsed brother locked
Jesus on some bogus shit
Think that's when I left religion
Realized that we all god
Cow could make a cow
That's our father then we all Gods
John 10:34 Psalms 82:6
Deep in meditation left the earth a crazy trip
Message to the black man, 48 laws
Just when life was on the up
Doug call about Awal
Now we lost gram lost Claude lost Wal
Mother not working but I had like 2 jobs
How Kount get in an accident
Car flipped and all
Then to start 2020
I lost my fucking dog
Next I'm on the phone with Fari
And he sound distraught
Around the same time my nigga Bas got shot
Every time we linked
I'm thinking go Diego go
Said we need another game night
Just the week befo
Then you got Marc got Ant got Juelz
Lost my nigga Gus like 9 from 22
So if you wonder why a nigga never speak on it
Came a ways from feeling failure I defeat defeat homie
Watched my mother have an aneurysm
I ain't know what's happened
Bone rotted fridge was unplugged
Know my pops was Snapping
Little brotha robbed for his work
niggas caught him lacking
Here you go, some more trauma
This a little more tragic
5 Or 6 seen a nigga stabbed outta granny crib
Lil older shorty died right there
At the fucking field
4 Shootings
Had a gun pointed at me like chill gang
3 Times
I lost my tooth
Riding for the gang
2 Bodies I seen warm
With my own eyes
Can't forget Nan and aunt Bren
Glad you home now
So if you wonder why a nigga never speak on it
I seen to much death
I'm cool off the reaper homie
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