alleyway!

Deep down I'm somewhere lost, Deep down I gave my all, Who would help me get up, Nobody at all, Who would help me get off this road I been sitting here all on my own, I been waiting for someone to call me up, But nobody hit up my phone, So it's f*ck you and its f*ck them, I regret having you in my home, I don't hate you I don't hate them, But I know that I'm getting it done I'm tired of all of this shit, See I'm shooting a stick with a grip ok, I'm burning the names on the list, I hope you know it gon be ok, I'm putting my hand on your hips, I'm hoping you know it gon be ok, These bullets don't come with a grip I remember being in the alleyway, Selling packs of the half or 8th, Selling packs of the jazz or k's, My memory hazy, My bitch drive me crazy, And these niggas they always be hating, But I'm giving it up for the patience, But I'm getting tired of waiting And I know it get hard, Each they own they own part, Hundred percent its on par, We taking the whip the whole car, We go big a whole star, We gon hit we hit hard, In too deep beat the odds I been sitting here all on my own, I been waiting for someone to call me up, But nobody hit up my phone, So it's f*ck you and its f*ck them, I regret having you in my home, I don't hate you I don't hate them, But I know that I'm getting it done