Torn

If I'm just here to help you then I'm cool with that
I don't wanna but I gotta move with that
If I got my pole then I'm using that
Long as I got my soul I can't lose with that

I can't tell my wrongs from my rights
Got me feeling like I been alone all my life
And I been a gangster all my life
Tryna face my fear and shedding tears on my pipe
Way before I gained fame I was living like it
Couldn't afford a gold chain and I was looking like it
But I ain't had no dirty sneaks I was in the trenches
Black gloves for like thirty weeks heart full of hate no debate
Let that thirty speak (Grr)
White tees turn to white sheets
Riding bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek
I got tired of the streets, I had to give it up (Up)
Then the day I lost my brother, I ain't give a f-
On a route and if it's more of us, split it up
Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (Baow)
Witness so much death, it ain't no rules, get a ref' (Uh-huh)
Bust this wide left, they callin' 911, Wyclef (Uh)

I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm going
And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowing
I can't go out sweet, my n-s need me
Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me

Remember I lost Kobe cried all evening (All evening)
Took another loss then cried while I'm grieving
We lost Richie Rich we lookin' for seasons (Yeah)
Police on my d- they lookin' for reasons
I can't do a bid I'm moving strategic (G Herbo)
Forty on my rib guess I'm still a heathen (You know that)
Shot but I'm back on the block, I'm toting and bleedin'
And he got hit like I got hit but he ain't f-ing breathin'
This that real dope s- like I need a needle
This that Lil Heron flow but you don't know him either
Say they want that Lil Herb but you don't know him either
You see me on Instagram but you don't know I'm evil
This s- get vicious over here, Danny Glover lethal
I been rapping all year like Nasir on Ether
Sitting with a full plate and I can't even eat it
Totin' Hammers catching cases still ain't even beat it (Uh)

I was poor, I decided I ain't living like that no more
Honestly, I ain't lying like that no more
High speeds, I ain't riding like that no more
Lord please, sick of funerals don't want no more of these
Bless me with some mansions and some foreign keys
Bless me with some money no more mourning
Let me see my kids in the morning
Praying on my knees, I need a warning
Ain't no fury like a woman scorned
Every single rose got a thorn
I used to be whole now I'm torn