Can I Live 18'

Lyrics

Yea Yea.. Ugh… Its Dot Cromwell... I reached the point of no return we ain't going back/ We up'n levels/ Barter with devils was eating with heathens/ Its two sides to every story but none of its even/ Crab in the barrel mentality none of us leaving/ Cases building up the block was hotter than a sauna/ Them old heads kicking knowledge they just trynna warn us/ Ego's destroy the people, your whole humble see through/ Trynna impress niggas you fear that someone a see you/ And I was once that I was out of order/ Burnt some bridges so I had to learn to walk on water/ Broke a couple hearts and I can't mend them back together/ Life's strange I can't promise we'll be friends forever/ Time flies, never lands on the runway/ We gonna make it out/ Some how, some way/ I studied with scholars, bleed for dollars/ Starved for dreaming/ So emotionless on my face, my minds screaming/ I can still hear mom screaming/ She found my scale went ballistic/ Cuz niggas here become statistics/ Out of 20 childhood friends growing up/ Three never got booked, thats fucked up man tell me how your squad look/ How that shit normal?/ Why the fuck is it regular?/ Institutionalized, my Brodie sneaking a cellular into his cell/ Dreaming of heaven, wake up in hell/ Whats better living or dying?, but niggas trying/ Homie hit me like "whats the science?"/ I can't call it/ Losing friendships while I'm drunk, Am I alcoholic/ They turn around and pour me more drinks, won't nobody stop it/ The music industry done burnt a whole in my fucking pocket/ Nana told me chill, you a prophet we'll make a profit/ Almamy still want me to convert said its one prophet/ Jordan trynna put me on to Jesus she so christian/ Went to catholic school but I made up my own religion/ AV8TED/ The road to greatness got potholes and plot twist/ Self proclaimed triple OG's that love to gossip/ Internet thugs, doing twitter drive by's/ Airing out IG comments, we living real lives/ Scared to put down your phone, so you deal with the real/ Its all fun and games till a lame get killed/ To call a spade a spade/ Life is so trill, and nobody know the cards/ We be bidding blind nil/