Torn

If I'm just here to help you then I'm cool with that I don't wanna but I gotta move with that If I got my pole then I'm usin' that Long as I got my soul I can't lose with that Yeah I can't tell my wrongs from my rights (from my rights) Got me feelin' like I been alone all my life (all my life) And I been a gangster all my life (all my life) Tryna face my fears, sheddin' tears on my pipe (for real) Way before I gained fame I was livin' like it (uh) Couldn't afford a gold chain and I was lookin' like it But I ain't had no dirty sneaks I was in the trenches, black gloves for like thirty weeks Heart full of hate no debate, let that thirty speak (grrt) White tees turn to white sheets Ridin' bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek I got tired of the streets I had to give it up (up) Then the day I lost my brother I ain't give a f*ck On a route and if it's more of us, split it up Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (baow) Witness so much death it ain't no rules, get a ref' (uh-uh) Bust this wide left they callin' 9-1-1, Wyclef (uh) I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm goin' And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowin' I can't go out sweet my niggas need me Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me Remember I lost Kobe cried all evenin' (all evenin') Took another loss then cried while I'm grievin' We lost Richie Rich we lookin' for seasons (yeah) Police on my dick they lookin' for reasons I can't do a bid I'm movin' strategic (G Herbo) Forty on my rib, guess I'm still a heathen (you know that) Shot but I'm back on the block, I'm totin' and bleedin' And he got hit like I got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin' This that real dope shit like I need a needle This that Lil Heron flow but you don't know him either Say they want that Lil Herb but you don't know him either You see me on Instagram but you don't know I'm evil This shit get vicious over here, Danny Glover lethal I been rappin' all year like Nasir on Ether Sittin' with a full plate and I can't even eat it Totin' hammers catchin' cases still ain't even beat it (uh) I was poor (I was poor) I decided I ain't livin' like that no more Honestly I ain't lyin' like that no more High speeds, I ain't ridin' like that no more Lord, please, sick of funerals don't want no more of these Bless me with some mansions and some foreign keys Bless me with some money, no more mournin' Let me see my kids in the mornin' Prayin' on my knees I need a warnin' Ain't no fury like a woman scorned Every single rose got a thorn I used to be whole now I'm torn