Crashed Out

Talkin to my dead homies aint living Left in this dirty world still spinning Just gotta play the cards that u givin Homie crashed out and i feel em Made it hella far no switchin Almost let it prosper it didnt In the form of weapon its writtin Lonely at the top no kidding These wauds all in my denim Keep these brauds all in my linen Reach for sawed offs when im blickin Make a choppa sound like a engine Had to find a peace of mind Over reaching i'm Hypextending mine Disconnect the line Hydroxyzine Kickin in on time Battle of the bands Gotta hit this grind Gotta daughter that love me And she spoiled rotten its ugly Can see eye to eye with her mommy Show real hate but say they love me Gotta switch the hand, Hope u understand Workin for the man Jeoperdized the plan See u when I land Now this risk at hand Lines drew in the sand Stiff i gotta stand Lawman cant catch me If they pullen up theyll stretch me Ima child of GOD he blessed me Doin all i can dont test me Only steppers out here winning Ya heart beat but u aint really living Cant show no love soul missin Dont conlict with lames no clickin Use to work hard in my feelings Heart dont work froze no feeling Aint just goin hard im killin If u in the way of then im drillin Talkin to the dead while living Left in this dirty world still spinning Just gotta play the cards that u givin Homie crashed out and i feel em Talkin to my dead homies aint living Im left in this dirty world still spinning Just gotta play the cards that u givin Homie crashed out and i feel em Made it hella far no switchin Almost let it prosper it didnt In the form of weapons its writtin0 Lonely at the top no kidding Man this Life of our be lifeing Mentally in thr trenches where I might been Either workin hard or u swiping U aint gettin dough u just thriving Living life for likes Double tappin twice Thumb numb at night Validate the hype They just want the likes They just want the life Show they friends they up Knowing shit aint right Cliche titles You bet not wife her Social psycho Pics n typos Recession coming Got guns n rifles in a paid off crib With drums and titles The didnt see the vision, Didnt wanna listen Wasnt on the mission Couple steps was skippin Lames ass they kissin Niggas dont be spittin Tryna buy a image 2 Show thes hoes they wining Talkin to my dead homie aint living Left in this dirty world still spinning Just gotta play the cards that u givin Homie crashed out and i feel em RIP to Deveon Bivins Talkin to the dead while livin Poppin divalpro when im trippin Mental health direct what im spittin