Depression 2
Even though you goin' through
A lot right now
You can do this, we got this
We gon' pray about it, give it to God
Anything that you can't handle
He can handle
We got this, we number one
Alright
I'ma, I'ma call you
Feel like I'm dyin' inside
Feel like I'm losin'
Losin' myself inside
These drugs I been abusin'
I popped a pill to numb the pain
That shit was useless
So much shit runnin' through
My brain, I'm finna lose it
Young nigga stressin'
Fightin' depression
I gave my heart to a bitch
I learned my lesson
Mm, depression, uh, depression
Crazy thoughts runnin'
Through his head
Pray he don't end up dead
He keep on throwin' back
Them Percs, his body
Filled with meds
Uh, his body filled with drugs
They took advantage of his heart
They use him for his love
Now he don't give a fuck
They done turned him into a thug
He screamin', "Fuck love"
On that corner, he been
Hangin' since a jit
Wasn't nobody there for
Him and ain't nobody give him shit
Ain't nobody look out for
Him when he was down
Bad on his dick
He prayin' that he get rich
Make it with this music shit
If he don't make it out
He back to stickin' up
And shootin' shit
He back to the basics
On that block and his
Heart been racin'
If he catch a opp, he gon'
Stalk him down, he ain't
Finna chase him
Send a hundred shots to his body
Watch how they erase him
He ain't goin' out like Big
And Pac, his boys gon'
Have to snake him
Closest to you be the ones
Who snake you
Look how they did Pac
Swear you gotta keep that
Bitch up on you, keep one up top
Feel like I'm dyin' inside
Feel like I'm losin'
Losin' myself inside these
Drugs I been abusin'
I popped a pill to numb the pain
That shit was useless
So much shit runnin'
Through my brain, I'm finna lose it
Young nigga stressin'
Fightin' depression
I gave my heart to a bitch
I learned my lesson
Mm, depression, uh, depression
Still goin' through shit
Still dealin' with a lot
Losin' my family, this shit
Gettin' lonely at the top
I'ma make sure they
Remember my name
Before my heart stop
I got the call, my Granny
Passed away and my heart dropped
I'm still open, all the shit
I'm goin' through, I'm still focused
Feel like dyin', the only thing
That get people to notice me
If you dealin' with depression
I hope you get this message
You ain't the only one
That's stressin', my nigga
I'm goin' through shit too
Hold your head up
Hard times ain't shit we
Can't get through
My niggas just wrote
Me and told me, "Keep goin', nigga
Your music saved me"
I been givin' up on this rap shit
Too many niggas hate me
Too many niggas
Wanna see me down
I ain't the biggest out the town
I ain't the nigga that made a
Way when it wasn't no way around
Uh, uh, but it's cool, my nigga
You goin' through a lot of shit
Me too, my nigga
I'm goin' through shit too
Nigga, I feel you, nigga
A lot right now
You can do this, we got this
We gon' pray about it, give it to God
Anything that you can't handle
He can handle
We got this, we number one
Alright
I'ma, I'ma call you
Feel like I'm dyin' inside
Feel like I'm losin'
Losin' myself inside
These drugs I been abusin'
I popped a pill to numb the pain
That shit was useless
So much shit runnin' through
My brain, I'm finna lose it
Young nigga stressin'
Fightin' depression
I gave my heart to a bitch
I learned my lesson
Mm, depression, uh, depression
Crazy thoughts runnin'
Through his head
Pray he don't end up dead
He keep on throwin' back
Them Percs, his body
Filled with meds
Uh, his body filled with drugs
They took advantage of his heart
They use him for his love
Now he don't give a fuck
They done turned him into a thug
He screamin', "Fuck love"
On that corner, he been
Hangin' since a jit
Wasn't nobody there for
Him and ain't nobody give him shit
Ain't nobody look out for
Him when he was down
Bad on his dick
He prayin' that he get rich
Make it with this music shit
If he don't make it out
He back to stickin' up
And shootin' shit
He back to the basics
On that block and his
Heart been racin'
If he catch a opp, he gon'
Stalk him down, he ain't
Finna chase him
Send a hundred shots to his body
Watch how they erase him
He ain't goin' out like Big
And Pac, his boys gon'
Have to snake him
Closest to you be the ones
Who snake you
Look how they did Pac
Swear you gotta keep that
Bitch up on you, keep one up top
Feel like I'm dyin' inside
Feel like I'm losin'
Losin' myself inside these
Drugs I been abusin'
I popped a pill to numb the pain
That shit was useless
So much shit runnin'
Through my brain, I'm finna lose it
Young nigga stressin'
Fightin' depression
I gave my heart to a bitch
I learned my lesson
Mm, depression, uh, depression
Still goin' through shit
Still dealin' with a lot
Losin' my family, this shit
Gettin' lonely at the top
I'ma make sure they
Remember my name
Before my heart stop
I got the call, my Granny
Passed away and my heart dropped
I'm still open, all the shit
I'm goin' through, I'm still focused
Feel like dyin', the only thing
That get people to notice me
If you dealin' with depression
I hope you get this message
You ain't the only one
That's stressin', my nigga
I'm goin' through shit too
Hold your head up
Hard times ain't shit we
Can't get through
My niggas just wrote
Me and told me, "Keep goin', nigga
Your music saved me"
I been givin' up on this rap shit
Too many niggas hate me
Too many niggas
Wanna see me down
I ain't the biggest out the town
I ain't the nigga that made a
Way when it wasn't no way around
Uh, uh, but it's cool, my nigga
You goin' through a lot of shit
Me too, my nigga
I'm goin' through shit too
Nigga, I feel you, nigga
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Writer(s): Frankie Ruggiero, Jaiden Feliz, Joseph Rob Isaac
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