Crossroads

They tried to warn me bout the tough times... Traumatized from the rough crimes... In my eyes I seem upset don't I? Good and evil I done stumbled pon both sides And my partna told me that he gonna ride then switched up nigga changed sides Left me on this boat ride steered it to the coastline I'm solo taking toasts now cheers to the ghost now gone in the smoke cloud Man I tried to help all of my homies I can't even help myself This past year was all depressed gaining dust up on my shelf I done shed a few tears had to dry up all the mess Had to cut off my connect had to get it for myself Niggas hear the pain in every breath... I was out here in these streets walking blind just for a check... A couple bullets in the safe I don't want to let it out Still got memories from the beach, thank the lord I made it out But I'm still gon make it back You can't turn around on family and my og taught me that I remember back on 12th was flippin ozs by the pack Had to get back into tunes, niggas no me cause I rap yea If niggas owe me it's a wrap, had to get out of the trap it was infested with some rats Made a name for myself and ima never give it back Cause what I gave was my soul shit I'm barely intact Just ride with me... Buckle up and get high with me I done had my piece of fame shit is mad empty The devils tricks looking mad tempting And when I leave don't you forget me... Saying lord will u forgive me This life's a game I'm never forfeiting But I just can't explain this cold feeling Yellin out please... holding my rosary while I'm falling to my knees Church turning to a strip club... only place to get love Throwing all these ones holy water on her feet She don't want no lame nigga she don't want to meet aye Litter out the window nigga leaver to the streets... aye Mind on the mission I ain't trippin on distractions Harlem baby rollin stoned living for disaster Isolated living like I'm casper, bundles by the masses A certified Virgo, July like a cancer! I put my hand out it got bit by the bastards Old dirty past turning to a new canvas Old dirty styrofoam purple no fanta My nigga moving white he like glorified Santa Fighting off the devil he ain't know I had my hands up Aye I'm just tryna get my bands up so Just ride with me... Buckle up and get high with me I done had my piece of fame shit is mad empty The devils tricks looking mad tempting And when I leave don't you forget me... Saying lord will you forgive me This life's a game I'm never forfeiting But I just can't explain this cold feeling