HURT Lil Skies

[Intro]
All this pain in my chest make me hurt nigga
All this pain in my chest make me hurt nigga
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Let me spit that shit
Yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Drug dealers, slug pillers, and young niggas
Sixteen in a world full of cold killers
Times are hard, moms stressing, the bills are due
We have problems with niggas who hated on my crew
Chuck Taylors and hookah pens with water vapor
Dress like a skater but smoking mics like a doobie paper
Ain't got no time for the bullshit so I let it fly
Family wanna see me go far so they yelling "Kie"
Sometimes I feel like I'm really fucking up
Then I fall back in my ways, just really depressed as fuck
Every day I wake up with a vision in my head
Tryna get my life right, I ain't worried bout the bread
It's like nowadays all I wanna do is write
And since I'm on now niggas really tryna fight
It's funny how you get cake and niggas wanna slice
Spend nights with my niggas steady rolling dice
And I say...