Life
• Written by Whit3y
1...2...3 and to the 4
My name is Martn and I'm at your front door
Sit down
Buckle up prepare for the ride
Tonight you might just die
As I was growin up I had it rough
I wasn't privileged with all the good stuff
I was tryna act tough
Didn't have many guys on the bluff
Ima take step back
Give you heart attack
When I was in school
I was stealing march attadks
Step in my path Ima about to hit back
I'm practically depressed
And I don't know what to do
If I talk to someone I may sound like a fool
So I bottle it up
N keep it all inside
Quite frankly I don't mind if die
My life is a mess
I'm always stressed
Out here tryin to dress to
Impress
But I'm mentally deranged
Cause it's all in my brain
Gonna turn into the bane
Cause I'm Lyrically insane
Let's turn the clocks
Back to a year ago
When I was just a dumb youth on the road
Look we can go toe 2 toe
Little did they know out
Here pushin still tryna grow
Baggin up that snow
Little did they know
It was habbit for there nose
Done flippin o's
Done flippin crows
Out here whippin white the only shit i know
People I'm surrounded by
makes life ride or die
Step to the wrong man
Might get a black eye
Peace
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Whit3y
Member since February 9 2017