Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weight , by - Caskey. Song from the album Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Weight |
| Some of my homies don’t even recognize that I got so much weight on my shoulders |
| They think I’m rollin' around in foreign motors, they callin' me up for closure |
| I don’t understand how it could be over |
| How you gon' hold me down? |
| I’m drownin' in soda |
| I take the blame for every mistake that I ever made, but some of you playin' |
| Some of you people really flawed, you changin' your ways |
| You passin' judgement on your dogs, got somethin' to say |
| You couldn’t set your pride aside, but I left my name wrote in stone like every |
| time |
| Now I’m just a rollin' stone of «neverminds» |
| Some people try tellin' me I should sever ties |
| But I went in my heart and reminisced on better times |
| Is your soul on sale? |
| Momma still tryna get up out the cycle of struggle |
| She like just turned fifty, I’m tryna see her for double |
| Label threw me a little check, but that shit really subtle |
| That money disappear as quick as your hustle |
| And I still, still got the world on my shoulders |
| People only see the lights and exposure |
| Got me smokin' on high hemp |
| This shit got me drownin' in doja |
| Think my momma right, this a indulgent |
| It’s broken, erosion, this moment is frozen |
| I’m tossin' and turnin', I’m lost in commotion |
| I can’t even control it, I fear |
| I just pray the Lord know that I’m sincere, yeah |
| God put this weight on me, hey (why?) |
| I told my girl go and leave the country |
| Bae, it’s better not to wait on me, yeah |
| Some my friends see a lot of progress |
| And they just wanna hate on me, hey, hey |
| But I never did succumb to the bullshit |
| Man, I’m tryna stay, homie |
| Yeah, tryna stay down, y’all just play around |
| Y’all just so caught up in that negative energy and you don’t recognize |
| Wanna work your problems out, gotta exercise |
| I was in the booth every day, tryna pressurize |
| I was puttin' in that work in, pleasure’s mine |
| Steppin' on my toes, steppin' down on my foes |
| Ridin' through the city with the rounds in the cold |
| Some people appear to try, even the lows |
| But does a lot of lines, gotta read into those |
| Nine years old, makin' beats on the stove |
| Sixteen, had an ounce, tryna sleep with the hoes |
| Have you ever seen a black sheep in a Rolls? |
| Turned my life around, we was creepin' in do’s |
| Little teen, smokin' on a piece in the bowl |
| Get to keep what you grow, goin' steep with these hoes |
| Then turn around when the Grim Reap at the do' |
| 'cause you reap what you sow, oh |
| God put this weight on me, hey (why?) |
| I told my girl go and leave the country |
| Bae, it’s better not to wait on me |
| Some might only seen a lot of progress |
| And they just wanna hate on me, yeah |
| But I never did succumb to the bullshit |
| Man, I’m tried to stay, homie |
| Yeah, tryna stay down |
| And people tried the most to hate on me |
| God put this fuckin' weight on me |
| God put a lot of weight on me |
| God put a lot of weight on me |
| God put a lot of weight on me |
| God put a lot of weight on me |