| When Paul died, I cried a hunnid nights
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| Locked up in a self made prison, I done did a hunnid lifes
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| All of this pain, all of this vice
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| 22, but what is my life?
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| Blocked out, everything is out the reach of a nigga locked out
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| Sleeping over at my teachers, real shit I slept over at my teachers
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| Wore the same clothes, had to wear the same sneakers
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| No phone so your friends cannot reach ya
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| You wanna be alone but the pain will not leave ya
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| Try to smile, put yourself to denial
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| But when it’s sitting on your brain, all this shit could just eat ya
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| This shit’ll just eat ya
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| A failure in your life with no teacher to teach ya
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| The biggest fight is when you’re up against yourself
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| And you try to beat yourself but yourself just beats ya
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| My brother took all of my cash and blew it on drugs, nigga
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| So I don’t wanna be a thug, I just want love, nigga
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| My brother took all of my stacks, all of my cash
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| And blew it on drugs but, I just want him back
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| But that’s some fuck shit
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| My cup runneth over, toast, don’t interrupt it
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| Government guidelines, the key to corruption
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| We grow to be corpses
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| We grow to be corpses, chasing these Porsches |