Left Lonely (feat. Bishop Osei)

Yeah yeah, yeah Yeah yeah, yeah They say Keep your friends close And enemies closer Keep your head on a swivel With your neck above shoulders And regardless of the outcome Better keep your composure If they see you slip, then they slide That's when it's over I swear That's one of many reasons I'm barely sober Get high as Jehovah I'm sorry momma I need this toaster For this bread on me Cause if I'm left lonely Pray someday I don't become my homie's dead homie, yeah Hot in these streets So in the crib's where I stay You would think these boys dog catchers Ways that's they be catching these strays If ain't no heat around The curbs might be straight But wait, don't cross that street While they're moving that weight Been checking my back every step Even my rear views And if I ever get them racks I probably won't get near you Eat or be eaten And to be honest I be scared to It's either that or starve Because these niggas here don't share food I don't make the rules Are you a leader or you follow That's a big ass pill to swallow Make a quick decision now Or they go hit you by tomorrow Help you see the vision Or the mission is to get some goggles Can't you see it's easier to hit a lick Than the lotto It's a cold world with cold ass rain Get soaked for the water Get smoked for a chain I would make a suggestion But who am I to say? If you see some shit that ain't your business Stay inside your lane, yeah Keep your friends close And enemies closer Keep your head on a swivel With your neck above shoulders And regardless of the outcome Better keep your composure If they see you slip, then they slide That's when it's over I swear That's one of many reasons I'm barely sober Get high as Jehovah I'm sorry, momma I need this toaster For this bread on me Cause if I'm left lonely Pray someday I don't become my homie's dead homie, yeah I sit in silence as I jot from the dome This like the closest thing to hell But still we calling it home I try to focus on the brighter side But nowadays you got to clutch To pump your gas If you relax then You might still get blindsided I'm cruising down the I-55 To clear my mind If heaven was a mile away How quick would you arrive? I'd probably hit that bitch in record time Cause I done tried Man, I done tried until I can't no more I took the road less travelled It's cold as hell but I reach Im trying to stay up out the mix Cause niggas grasp at your feet To pull you down to a level That you feel is beneath Won't say I'm better than you But I know I'm better than I used to be Cause truthfully that's all I'm really aiming for I'm staying in my lane I'm chain smoking evading wars I said I'll play my part I never said I'll play the pawn So watch your 6 Cause niggas quick to try and play you Like they favorite song They say Keep your friends close And enemies closer Keep your head on a swivel With your neck above shoulders And regardless of the outcome Better keep your composure If they see you slip, then they slide That's when it's over I swear That's one of many reasons I'm barely sober Get high as Jehovah I'm sorry momma I need this toaster For this bread on me Cause if I'm left lonely Pray someday I don't become my homie's Dead homie, yeah