Departures...

Lyrics

[Intro] (Quincy Tellem) Yeah, yeah [Part 1] [Verse 1] Put my trust in a Hammer (Hammer) I'm broken from all of the trauma This money don't matter (Matter) I got brothers that still in the slammer (Still in the slammer) Yeah, I've been stabbed in the back, baby (Yeah) I can still feel the knife in my back They drop when I drop, ain't it mad? From the bando, I graduated (Yeah, I graduated) Sitting at stove, ooh, praying that I need to make it (Make it) One twenty on these diamonds, it was just for motivation Please don't call me a rapper, I'm an entrepreneur (Yeah) Left council homes thanks to the stove Thanks to the pot, thanks to the plug (Plug) I owe him a lot, I owe him my life, I grew up a lot (I grew up a lot) I'm buying this whip, I'm driving it fast, it's straight out the lot (Straight out the lot) They feel entitled, calling my phone, they ask for a lot (They ask for a lot) I'm linking my side ting, not for a fuck, it's just for a slop top (It's just for a slop top) How much of my blood? How much of my tears? I put in a lot (I put in a lot) How much of my love I put in this shit? I put in a lot Life is a blessing, I had no roof, now I got a drop top I had some trials and tribulations, been through a lot, oh There's too many snakes and too many ladders en route to the top, oh Take care of me, I take care of mine, no way I'ma flop, oh [Break] I had some trials and tribulations, been a through a lot, oh (Huncholin) There's too many snakes and too many ladders en route to the top, oh (Lin', Lin', yeah) I take care of me, I take care of mine, no way I'ma flop, oh [Part 2] [Intro] (Jay Youngs got that beat knocking) Lin, oh Huncholin, Lin, oh [Verse 2] I feel inspired by the people that surround me winning When I shine bright, they turn my light and dim it I can't deal with it The shit that they look up to, I can't deal with it Run up on your veggies, make a meal of it I sold weed and I sold crack, yeah, that's the tip of the iceberg If I die, I wonder which one of the bros would ride first Dilemma that I face is way deeper than rap If I had my own choice, wouldn't even hit the trap Wouldn't even buy a gun, wouldn't even need a stash Wouldn't even bury friends, I can't even bring them back But it gets a little sad, I can't cry no tears, I'm too broke for the grave I got way too many sins, if I go there I don't know if I'll be saved I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate I pray my brother beats the case Pray that I don't never change If I do, just for the better I got sins, but I can't confess it Get a brick and try and press it I got stresses, I can't stress it Even though I got some blessings I got problems that are pressing Guilt is crazy 'cause I tend to blame myself If my deeds were to get weighed, I hope they balance on the scale I put three-fives up in the spliff and I made a couple M's, I still need another twelve I spent way too many years watching people disappear, why you think I'm by myself? And I can't cry no tears, I'm too broke for the grave If I go there, I don't know if I'll be saved I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate [Outro] I don't know, I don't know if I'll see the gate