Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
No god dam way of communication
My gun your scars, your wrist your calls
Huh, a metaphor of course
Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;
But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone
I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
Its evident that i come across so dam relevant
Imma take a flight and fly out to the dam
Fire in the hand, supplier of the man
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Heavy breaths slowing heart now my skin is gettin chilly
Dam i see my trust with him wait fu that last part
This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard
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