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Damn I felt alone for minute Pockets hurting loans for a nigga Little I condone feeling bitter Used to be a home full of niggas Now shit don't feel like home to a nigga Tension in abdominal like sit up Stressing bout how long before they kill us Pressing play but sway away from day to day trash man I swear these niggas litter Labels pay a fine if they get picked up You could never find me in the mixture On my down time I've been timing all the times I've been downing all this liquor Dropping jewls I'm sure that they'll get picked up Up the tool no longer putting fist up Gambling with life then where yo luck run Once was wanting wealth as large as oncler Frugal with my funds not like I once was Try to keep ones status that I dreamt of Manifest and work I had them mixed up Need to be proficient on the brink of Questioning my will I hold the smith up Questioning my zeal to quick to give up Questioning the real to quick to switch up Vent to god a real friend and as my tears run Vent to god a real friend and as my tears run Only one of me go check the Vin num Stay true to myself for my accession Down bad I refuse to play the victim Damn I felt alone for minute Pockets hurting loans for a nigga Little I condone feeling bitter Used to be a home full of niggas Now shit don't feel like home to a nigga Tension in room who are these niggas Too much I've consumed I'm sorry liver Nick Batum I'm falling son say get up How I'm supposed to raise a king while Simba Drastic change in days since last November Often fades away but I remember Once a burning flame has turned to ember Never lie and say I ain't say lies Sacrificed and put my pride aside Enter bathroom so much I can't fathom can't even see myself within these eyes Damn I felt alone for minute Little I condone feeling bitter Used to be a home full of niggas Now shit don't feel like home to a nigga Tension in the room who are these niggas Stressing bout how long b4 they kill us Pressing play but sway away from day to day trash man I swear these niggas litter One's story doesn't compile the truth or the lies They contemplate their observations from each of their eyes Generational pain so happens to trickle down the vine Blood sweat and tears our youth chose to keeps it held inside Stay in between the lines or you will get chalked the scenes a crime I forbid to play a role though accept conditions knowing I'm Just a product of my roots it's the saddest truth Won't follow suit I'm destined for suits They want a noose It's best tie it tight cause if it's loose Won't hang for a few Got no excuse Not to break loose