Past events got my brain buggin’ I keep speaking to the lord, but he says nothin’ Spray suttin’ say nuttin’ how the ends goes Before the rain poured I saw the pain comin’ Bruddas pushin’ buttons just to see you fall When you climb back up they push the same buttons Comin’ from the bottom tryna scoop it all Daralis in my rears got me lane cuttin’ I ain’t listenin’ to shit but I ain’t stubborn Certain bruddas make me sick like I ate suttin’ Tryna get my bread stacked, you can get your head clapped Better step back like a train comin’ Fuck I gotta front for, I was in the back tryna make it to the front row But I got the devil on my back, burner on my lap And I think hella feds at my front door
Gotta see my son more Stress piling up, got me billin’ up a blunt raw Tell me where the sun went All I see is rain drops gotta see the sun more
And ima glide on the prick And ima ride on those pussies when I feel like A bag of man are just pussies, and they eat pussy blood that’s real life Stressin’ like an old man I know my sons praying like I’m home akh Mama said listen real close you’re an only child you better have your own back Been up on the road akh Seen a big man with no car getting road taxed I’m gettin’ with the program Bruddah you’re a bowcat, listenin’ to slow jams Look, Reminiscing and I’m thinking how you can’t stop time You know shit gets peak, its a hard knock life How a snitch get 3, but my darg got 5 Now my dargs in jail and his hearts gone ice Fucked up once, blud I can’t flop twice Give a fuck if my bougs and my cars not nice Cuh my dargs in jail and his marg got bills and his marg mad I’ll and her yards got mice More life, little mans up stressed, tryna get it all night He just lost everything he loves blud But he’s smiling at the world like he’s alright Never been rich I’ve been poor twice You can get showered with the 45 Never been rich I’ve been poor twice You can get showered with the 45
Gotta see my son more Stress piling up, got me billin’ up a blunt raw Tell me where the sun went All I see is rain drops gotta see the sun more
Gotta see my son more Stress piling up, got me billin’ up a blunt raw Tell me where the sun went All I see is rain drops gotta see the sun more
Reflecting on my ones I’m thinkin’ bout some shit that’s affected me and my mum I hope my efforts in the rain ain’t reflected on my son He gets affection from his dad and affection from his mum You gotta move smart, pay attention in the slums Get effective for the money, get effective for the funds I need to be a boss or executive or suttin’ I see bruddas giving up, they just exiting and running
Gotta see my son more Stress piling up, got me billin’ up a blunt raw Tell me where the sun went All I see is rain drops gotta see the sun more
Gotta see my son more Stress piling up, got me billin’ up a blunt raw Tell me where the sun went All I see is rain drops gotta see the sun more