PART 1
[Verse 1]
No love, no trust for a soul
Lose your life on the road even though you're not involved
Real spit from the dome
Real pain that we know
Suicidal thoughts could've turned himself to a ghost
Real pain that he saw, real trauma that he felt, his mother died in his arms and that felt like hell
Age thirteen that's what made the whole thing worse, if that happened to me I'd raise hell on earth
Pain in my mind and heart I'm sick of it, they claim that they living it
Help a brudda out, in return he throw a hissyfit
Life i'm reminiscing it, now I hope you're listening
We all die in the end and there is no skipping it
Real pain that I'm spitting with
Had a shank to my throat thinking am I slitting it
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Danger to civilians
Money game I'm flipping it
Rap game I'm winning it
Happiness a little bit
They say there's light at the end of the dark, I must be missing it
Demons pulling me straight back, I'm getting rid of it
The ones that burn in hell are the hypocrites
Now Im'a switch up the flow just a little bit
[Part 2]
[Verse 1]
Unlimited stabbing's, hella kidnappings, age 16 we was doing up crashings
When he hopped on road he was mad, all the pain in his parts made him grab that wap
Couldn't give two fuck 'bout the jakes it's mad
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Striker just splashed, step outside tryna turn man dank
K missed his mum so much, I swear he would do anything just to get her back
But the path that he chose was so wrong
Now he's chilling in jail coz he turnt man pack, chilling in jail coz he turnt man pack
Splash your mum but his mum ain't back, we'll pain and toture, man
Swear his life is mad
Look
Let me make this clear, he lost his mum when he was young,like William tryna shake that speare
Now he kick back and reflect to himself like oh my god what am I doing here
Then his body got fill up with fear, he knew that his death was near
Pain and torture end that grave
[?] Gonna pull of your face, big hammers smash straight in your brains
You think you can skip your grave, but it all comes back no running away
On the roads they called him Satan, now I see why everyone hates
He bored man up broad day, kick back and said it's okay
I'm out here tryna make a change, so deep all the words I say
We was fifteen just grabbing on shanks, stepping outside tryna turn man dank
Age sixteen when he banged that wap, he didn't think twice he just let that slap
No remorse when he let that clap, smile on his face when he did that
Crop yards where he backed that shank, put in a blade to a big mans back
Then his time was up, so we all knew he came back
First day back, he went outside, hit them flats, he stayed in the van Young G's straight in the back
Pulled on to D camp, if they don't then they're gonna get splashed
Youngers don't waste your life, it ain't worth it tryna get quick cash
It ain't worth it tryna turn man dank, it ain't worth it tryna get quick cash
Youngers don't waste your life, it ain't worth it tryna get quick cash
When you get round there on your Jack Jones, with a Rambo tryna tear through back bones
Trap phone, you don't trap bro you just @ bro, you just stack notes, get billed on the back roads, chat loads [?], in the graveyard their eyes roll, no COVID he got put into iso, now he's Stitch no Lilo, lost my guys to the road [?]
