Inside (aka. Aunty Dee Dee's Song)

It's cause most niggas be seven days, weak as shit Oh yeah, turn me up in the headphones Oh yeah ya I'm too gangster, but inside I feel like crying Yes, I want to live, but most days I feel I'm dying At this point I'm desperate, girl you caught me perfect timing To her I sell it, but today I might just try it I got high off a coke and I ain't even take a bump I know what you thinking but just wait until I'm done I was lacking, I was lit and shorty kissed me with her tongue That shit was disgusting right after my mouth went numb And I I know it was pure because I served it how it come But then it got me thinking I hope she don't swallow cum I hope that she ain't sneaky and don't think a nigga dumb Cause if I tweak, kill every nigga in this room And that shit really hit bro when you died it didn't graze me Swear I won't forget all of the memories you gave me How I treat my son, yeah that's how I treat your babies Always protect him and got money for your lady I'm too gangster, but inside I feel like crying Yes, I want to live, but most days I feel I'm dying At this point I'm desperate, girl you caught me perfect timing To her I sell it, but today I might just try it I said if a nigga step outside I ain't gon' lie I got a fire on, my base, up and turn this bitch into a speaker Race, hope they tied the laces in their sneakers They gon' kill you if you tell but you'll go crazy if you keep em I thought I could take the pressure but it's only getting deeper But I can never tell, To tell the truth, I'd rather take some pills and sleep in I'm not suicidal lately, darker thoughts they creep in And I have dreams of falling in water and I can swim but somehow every time I'm sinking Feel pressure, And I force it like we got the newest sinks in She make it jiggle like puddin', I dip my foot in, then I sink in She got it from her mama like an heirloom or a trinket If I choose to give you trust then you should treat it like a secret I know it won't be easy but just try your best to keep it I keep low expectations so it won't be hard to beat it Know I used to respect but tell them niggas they can keep it Cause if you don't respect the source, than nigga it don't mean shit Closet Lexus Gordon by the way, I'm hanging clean shit Auntie Dee Dee's choir, why my harmonies be seamless She put us in karate just to keep us off the streets then That mean I could fight before I knew I had my demons Etnies and the chucks, I used to f*ck up on my feet when I got older, got some nikes and I would clean them, for my mama So I told myself I'd risk my life to keep them Some nigga asked what size and he was bigger but I beat him I was damaged early, had to figure people out on how to treat them Like how do I make friends and how I keep them