Music: Polo G/DJ AYO/JTK/MM/Honcho (00)/CJ (1204)/Omar Mathey
[Chorus]
This weight on my shoulders, I hated being sober
One day they all showed up, used to play like they ain't know us
Smoke all my pain for some closure, to the grave I'm a soldier
Them things shot his soul up, that's gang up culture
I'm still the same so what?
A lot of shit ain't never changed when I got older, uh
He tryna bust a brain and go nuts
Traumatized by that dead body odor, we all got colder
[Verse 1]
Now you gotta get some money with me 'cause I'm tired of givin' it out
Play with me I up this semi, and divide a nigga scalp
Bro died, my crib started feelin' empty, it got silent in the house
The main shit be ****ing with me, be some I'm tryna forget about
You either throw or catch a shell, had it rough, but L-O-L
All we know is death or jail, stick to the code, don't ever tell
Look where we was left, this shit was set up for us to fail
You can't look scared of death, I ain't thinkin' 'bout heaven or a hell
[Chorus]
This weight on my shoulders, I hated being sober
One day they all showed up, used to play like they ain't know us
Smoke all my pain for some closure, to the grave I'm a soldier
Them things shot his soul up, that's gang up culture
I'm still the same so what?
A lot of shit ain't never changed when I got older, uh
He tryna bust a brain and go nuts
Traumatized by that dead body odor, we all got colder
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna focus on my strength, how you balling from the bench?
They all sacrificed they morals, 'cause thats something they resent
That be the reason these hoes **** me, when they know I got a bitch
Or 'cause they notice that I'm rich? or 'cause they notice I'm the shit?
His trigger finger make him wanna spin, like bro you know I got a itch
From blood drops, this shit can't end, like bro you know we gotta blitz
When I speak my truth it don't depend, 'cause I ain't sugarcoating it
That's my broski, that's my twin, he always gon' know what I mean
Managing my coping mechanism, from survival instincts
He was told he better get 'em, think he a killer in the game
But he don't know he just a victim, it's like that growth won't ever hit him
His life flashed before he died, feel like his bros were never with him
Fake love been killing me with kindness, I'm like, "Bitch I'd rather die"
**** that ego, never mind it, these days I'd rather cry
This shit about divine timin', knowing that I'd rather try
Crazy they couldn't hear me, 'cause they blinded, couldn't do nothing else beside
[Chorus]
This weight on my shoulders, I hated being sober
One day they all showed up, used to play like they ain't know us
Smoke all my pain for some closure, to the grave I'm a soldier
Them things shot his soul up, that's gang up culture
I'm still the same so what?
A lot of shit ain't never changed when I got older, uh
He tryna bust a brain and go nuts
Traumatized by that dead body odor, we all got colder