What Remains of Me?
I thought shit could really change, I'm courageous
I lost niggas to the pave on the same shit
My flaws bigger as I age, found my way in a mercenary fit of rage
Ain't mistaken for gone niggas in the grave
Thank my angels, they keep me spacious and amazed from the favors
Although I'm blessed, could feel ashamed of my makings
I find the best with little rain, dry spells could spit a lake
Find hell in heaven's gates, time tells which one I make
Mind melt when on the stage, life fell into a place
It's all for the greater good, it's understood and given grace
Stood cautious, I remain good off it, imma dip
This kush stalling up my brain
Should call my older sis and probably ask about her days
I pushed all my fucking chips into the table getting played
Ask myself, What remains?
And now I'm sitting by myself, it's nobody else to blame
Ask myself, What remains?
I pushed all my fucking chips into the table getting played
Ask myself, What remains?
And now I'm sitting by myself, it's nobody else to blame
Ask myself, What remains?
I pushed all my fucking chips into the table getting played
Ask myself, What remains?
And now I'm sitting by myself, it's nobody else to blame
Ask myself, What remains?
I lost niggas to the pave on the same shit
My flaws bigger as I age, found my way in a mercenary fit of rage
Ain't mistaken for gone niggas in the grave
Thank my angels, they keep me spacious and amazed from the favors
Although I'm blessed, could feel ashamed of my makings
I find the best with little rain, dry spells could spit a lake
Find hell in heaven's gates, time tells which one I make
Mind melt when on the stage, life fell into a place
It's all for the greater good, it's understood and given grace
Stood cautious, I remain good off it, imma dip
This kush stalling up my brain
Should call my older sis and probably ask about her days
I pushed all my fucking chips into the table getting played
Ask myself, What remains?
And now I'm sitting by myself, it's nobody else to blame
Ask myself, What remains?
I pushed all my fucking chips into the table getting played
Ask myself, What remains?
And now I'm sitting by myself, it's nobody else to blame
Ask myself, What remains?
I pushed all my fucking chips into the table getting played
Ask myself, What remains?
And now I'm sitting by myself, it's nobody else to blame
Ask myself, What remains?
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Writer(s): Umar Ramadan
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