Out On Bond Interlude

Fresh out on block, put my head down, they ain't gon' break me
Good kid, mad city push these doubts, I know they ain't gon' shake me
Left jail, end up in a double r, my life so crazy
Look at myself in the mirror, question my haters, saying me

Run, Malik, run, they ain't happy for your progress
Run, Malik, run, them boys ain't playing fair
Run to get my gun, I'll be damned if a nigga, bully me
Yeah, post traumatic stress disorder, can't let these niggas get to me

Proud of my cousin, never funds that shit, be trippin' me
Bust down my wrist, that pussy can't be my kryptonite
I just want some silence, venting on this beat tonight
Hard to talk to people without getting judged, what is my life

Is blood really thick in the water? This shit be trippin' me
Can't count on one hand, throw last breaths and reject on me
12 hours out the cell, pray for me, hopefully
I'll find some peace, ayy, I'll find some peace, ayy, I want some peace

I don't want no sympathy, I just want y'all to check up on your peoples
Tomorrow's never certain, ayy, never certain, ayy, ayy, yeah, never certain
I want some peace, I want some peace
Thanks for watching



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Writer(s): M Carter
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