WELCOME 2 DA GATES

No shit ain't the same when you see demons in your sleep again Know some of mine gangsters we was set up since my teeth ain't in Pray that all these chains gon' keep a nigga out the ceiling fearing Guess I wore a mask cause all this death shit a disease again Niggas in my hood, where you from Niggas walk around with tech out Ain't no love in me, I guess I lost it when he bled out I can't kill the pain and now the doctor's prescribing fentanyl Tires in the bullets it no wonder I can't hear y'all Titties in my hand, she took some weight off of my chest Had to put that shit back on and wear it like a vest, yah Voicemail probably full Just need protection and a check, yah Broken in the streets, hope there's some shit I don't regret Yo, seven dailies since I prayed that they don't get my hand I know mama always praying otherwise a nigga dead, yo Yo, say you in a better place, you better off hanging with the man Tell you welcome to the palace in the sky I wonder if my niggas see the light