Weep
Get burnt when I put these cleats on
Mask on when I face this blunt
I don't want nobody reaching out I don't need nun
Hope mama still proud of your boy
Got my head on straight always praying I'd be sum
But the weight of the world like 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Ok I lied I done rolled bout 4 spliffs
I'm reciting aspirations on post its
Its a ten year grudge I'm holding
Nun personal just inspo
Most times need space from kinfolk
Sometimes I don't know what I'm here for
Threw away something good for a nympho
The type shit we all learn from rap folks
What you supposed to do with that info
Shit, ion know
Move quiet but the pack keep blastin
Locked in so I can't be crashing
Gahd damn just play my music
I'm hungry like I'm fasting
No choice I ain coming in last bitch
All these fake ass artists is past tense
I flip scripts on some riches to rags shi
(yea,yea,yea)
Move quick on sum duckin a jab shit
And my toes hanging over the ledge huh
The question is if I step forward will I fall off or remain here
I think it's better that I don't know I met faith here
Niggas start to lose the will to fight
Through my battles I been learning patience
Stabbed my back and twisted up the knife
Everybody wearing different faces
Doing shit in moments out of spite
Losing people that you can't replace and
Sometimes it's okay to cry
Uh
Get burnt when I put these cleats on
Mask on when I face this blunt
I don't want nobody reaching out I don't need nun
Hope mama still proud of your boy
Got my head on straight always praying I'd be sum
But the weight of the world like 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Okay I lied I done rolled bout 4 spliffs
Get burnt when I put these, put these
Mask on when I face this, face this
Nobody reaching out ion, out ion
Hope mama still proud of you, proud of you
Head on straight always praying I'd, praying I'd
Hmm
But the weight of the world 3, 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Okay I lied done rolled bout 4, 4, 4
Get burnt when I put these, put these
Mask on when I face this, face this
Nobody reaching out ion, out ion
Hope mama still proud of you, proud of you
Head on straight always praying I'd, praying I'd
But the weight of the world 3 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Okay I lied done rolled bout 4, 4, 4
4,4,4
Okay I lied done rolled bout 4, 4, 4
4,4,4
Mask on when I face this blunt
I don't want nobody reaching out I don't need nun
Hope mama still proud of your boy
Got my head on straight always praying I'd be sum
But the weight of the world like 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Ok I lied I done rolled bout 4 spliffs
I'm reciting aspirations on post its
Its a ten year grudge I'm holding
Nun personal just inspo
Most times need space from kinfolk
Sometimes I don't know what I'm here for
Threw away something good for a nympho
The type shit we all learn from rap folks
What you supposed to do with that info
Shit, ion know
Move quiet but the pack keep blastin
Locked in so I can't be crashing
Gahd damn just play my music
I'm hungry like I'm fasting
No choice I ain coming in last bitch
All these fake ass artists is past tense
I flip scripts on some riches to rags shi
(yea,yea,yea)
Move quick on sum duckin a jab shit
And my toes hanging over the ledge huh
The question is if I step forward will I fall off or remain here
I think it's better that I don't know I met faith here
Niggas start to lose the will to fight
Through my battles I been learning patience
Stabbed my back and twisted up the knife
Everybody wearing different faces
Doing shit in moments out of spite
Losing people that you can't replace and
Sometimes it's okay to cry
Uh
Get burnt when I put these cleats on
Mask on when I face this blunt
I don't want nobody reaching out I don't need nun
Hope mama still proud of your boy
Got my head on straight always praying I'd be sum
But the weight of the world like 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Okay I lied I done rolled bout 4 spliffs
Get burnt when I put these, put these
Mask on when I face this, face this
Nobody reaching out ion, out ion
Hope mama still proud of you, proud of you
Head on straight always praying I'd, praying I'd
Hmm
But the weight of the world 3, 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Okay I lied done rolled bout 4, 4, 4
Get burnt when I put these, put these
Mask on when I face this, face this
Nobody reaching out ion, out ion
Hope mama still proud of you, proud of you
Head on straight always praying I'd, praying I'd
But the weight of the world 3 3 tons
I just put it on my shoulders I ain't weep once
Okay I lied done rolled bout 4, 4, 4
4,4,4
Okay I lied done rolled bout 4, 4, 4
4,4,4
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