Lyrics

Tired as fuck, thinking about givin all this shit up And im out of luck, feel like between all these choices im stuck And fuck love it was never around, dead roses on the ground You told me i wasn't achieving shit motherfucker look at me now Got hella missed calls on my phone, these people gots to leave me alone Peace in my mind has been long gone, theres only chaos Got me bumbin on the walls from a maze where im straight lost Sucker i wanna be blazed just tell me what a j cost, now i jacked you for bullshit Feel like my head is something where a bullet can fit You see when i spit, my words will make you feel my emotions I can't stay focused, got my thoughts in a constant motion Like a river streaming to the ocean, i know you dont want some Cause if you feel what i feel, you'll wake up in the morning with your mind on a redrum Punk busta what the hell's wrong? Dumb sucka ya dead son My troubles and struggles ain't even gone and look here come the next ones Life got a homie stressing, hasn't had a blessin Wants to play russian roulette with a smith & wesson Life got a homie stressing, hasn't had a blessin Past and present has been stress and pressure Whats the way to pleasure? And these days are too hectic, woke up again with a headache Back then i couldn't cope with the death of Nick, and the pain i neglected Man its a loss i never expected, heard the word the world disappeared In front of my eyes, and what did i hear? the media was telling lies About the last thing in his mind, suicide or murder was the replies Thats when i realised life is better than that Fuck the law is the life and on the real im livin it Suck my dick while i spit so i know that you feelin it Take another sip when im lit makes me remember that im livin shit Take another hit from a spliff and the smoke im breathin it All day everyday im stressed out anxiety be killin me I can tell you about a bitch called life in reality Emotional scars caused the insanity and the recipe To a fucked up mindset, the thug mentality, now we can't give a shit about anything Life got a homie stressing, hasn't had a blessin Wants to play russian roulette with a smith & wesson Life got a homie stressing, hasn't had a blessin Past and present has been stress and pressure Whats the way to pleasure? And im only 19 but my mind is older, when the things get forreal i become a soldier Situation controller, got some rollers and loaders Ballers and brawlers, hustlers that know to do anything for some dollars Nobody's flawless, but when i come close you know who the boss is And to the people that ask what the cost is, you will never ever know Until my first show, ima keep it down low Cause i work in silence and celebrate with my alliance But shit i ain't there yet, life isn't a fair bet Gotta work my ass of to get where i wanna be at Straight spitting facts, same way i spit my raps Gotta keep going, and nobody finna stop or threaten me Until the death of me, im never givin up ya see, i would never forgive me So don't try to push me, until i see these dollar bills I won't know how the artists life feels, so the thought of not achievin kills Life got a homie stressing, hasn't had a blessin Wants to play russian roulette with a smith & wesson Life got a homie stressing, hasn't had a blessin Past and present has been stress and pressure Whats the way to pleasure?