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[Verse 1: Young Beazy]
Remember, when every motherfucka used to hate on me
Too late to see Imma save this rap shit, motherfucka better put a cape on me
Can you hear this shit, pain all in my voice I’m drinking liquor
Is it so motherfucking hard for y’all to see the bigger picture
I used to feel alive but now it’s getting hard to breathe
Now it’s getting hard to see I’m fighting this anxiety
Always want it all, coke the liquor the guns
I’m always chasing money think I do this shit for fun?
Nah that ain’t the case you know I’m grinding hard
Scarface dream stuck in my brain you know I’m living large
Shit would be easy just to visit God knock in his door
If my sister wasn’t here I wouldn’t be here no more
That’s why I wrote this letter, you mean the world to me
Even tho the stupid shit I do you just show love for me
And don’t you worry bout it, you just stay focused on school
And don’t you ever care about the stupid shit your brother do
Hey I’m faded sitting wishing I would make it
They never gave me a chance so I just gotta go and take it
Bow my head pray for forgiveness 'fore I run up in this house
And yeah I know I’m sinning hope I still get to your clouds
But it’s just one more time, know I say that shit alot
One of these days I might as well get dropped by a crooked cop
But this is all I know, hate is poisoning my soul
That’s why I’m staying throwed, that’s why I’m staying throwed
[Hook: Young Beazy]
The dark side of the moon is where I’m staying
Where the demons they be playing and these people they be praying
And they craving, a better life than this that I’m portraying
But then again everybody’s just waiting, I’m saying (X2)
[Verse 2: Young Beazy]
Some people recognize and some just can’t relate
Some think it’s it meant to be like me I think it’s fate
I think we go thru shit like this just like a trial
Suicidal I got death on speed dial
It got me going crazy but what am I to do?
To all the people struggling, just know that I see you
Because I’m struggling too, express it in the booth
Judge me if you want but I’m just telling y’all the truth
But Imma have to stop, it’s time for me to go
I have to meet my maker, just so I can grow
Just drank a fifth of vodka so on the count of the seven
Imma pull this trigga hope I’m seeing y’all in heaven
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