Music: Rundown Spaz
Off percocets, i'm sittin' here thinkin' bout just you
Its hard to trust, I hope you thinkin' bout me too
Just let me know if you gon' do what you gon' do
Its hard to trust, I hope you.....
I am doin' fine, nigga thank you for askin'
I am doin' fine, nigga thank you for askin'
Lost my brothers to these streets and I make murder my passion
Murder my passion
I'm stayin' stressed and tryina see where I went wrong
Took a 30. to the dome, put a bullet his head won't make it home
They told me I won't be shit, now I'm on
And it feel good to take control
Now the shit you tryina stack spent on my clothes, we on the road
I got a offer, filled up with pain
I just can't take no mo'
I don't know shit, but chase a bag until my pockets swole
I hate to see my momma sad, so this shit on the floor
I ran it up, these niggas mad that I knocked down the door
I lost it all, I lost the brawl; but I still have the scope
But I never lost my hope at all, I just kept holdin' on
You'll catch me laughin' to the bank, don't petty chase no mo'
I can hold it down all by myself, just wanna let you know
I am doin' fine, nigga thank you for askin'
I am doin' fine, nigga thank you for askin'
Lost my brothers to these streets and I make murder my passion
Murder my passion
Off percocets, i'm sittin' here thinkin' bout just you
Its hard to trust, I hope you thinkin' bout me too
Just let me know if you gon' do what you gon' do
Its hard to trust, I hope you......
I am doin' fine, nigga thank you for askin'
I am doin' fine, nigga thank you for askin'
Lost my brothers to these streets and I make murder my passion
Murder my passion