[Intro]
(Tahj Money)
Ayy, watch how I run this bitch Baby Joe
[Verse 1]
I don’t really know, yeah, why I do the shit I do, yeah (Ayy, ayy YoungBoy)
Gotta hold on, yeah, baby, I need you, yeah (Gang)
Look, I’m full of drugs, baby, heal me with yo' touch
Eyes clear, tryna make it in this world without no luck
Mind gone, if they try run down, nigga, I’ma bust
Headed home, bitch I’m all alone, tryna find my trust
Tell you how I’m livin', all them times I’m reminiscing
Feelin' like I’m missin' prison, all these drugs, I need to quit it
This for them youngin's in them trenches, thugin' everyday, they get it
Feigns tryna get a fixin', fuck it, we still tote that glizzy
[Pre-Chorus]
God in my heart with a demon to my left
Put myself up in a hole, I don’t need nobody help
I can’t blame nobody else, 'cause I did it to myself
I think they like when I do wrong, when I do right, nobody care
[Bridge]
I’m eighteen with four sons and my heart so cold
Yeah, I'ma Zoe, but all my [?], bitch, they made of gold (Made of gold)
Montana cried in my face and that shit hurt my soul (Soul)
He just don't know I wanna change, the devil got control
(Tahj Money)
Ayy, watch how I run this bitch Baby Joe
[Verse 1]
I don’t really know, yeah, why I do the shit I do, yeah (Ayy, ayy YoungBoy)
Gotta hold on, yeah, baby, I need you, yeah (Gang)
Look, I’m full of drugs, baby, heal me with yo' touch
Eyes clear, tryna make it in this world without no luck
Mind gone, if they try run down, nigga, I’ma bust
Headed home, bitch I’m all alone, tryna find my trust
Tell you how I’m livin', all them times I’m reminiscing
Feelin' like I’m missin' prison, all these drugs, I need to quit it
This for them youngin's in them trenches, thugin' everyday, they get it
Feigns tryna get a fixin', fuck it, we still tote that glizzy
[Pre-Chorus]
God in my heart with a demon to my left
Put myself up in a hole, I don’t need nobody help
I can’t blame nobody else, 'cause I did it to myself
I think they like when I do wrong, when I do right, nobody care
[Bridge]
I’m eighteen with four sons and my heart so cold
Yeah, I'ma Zoe, but all my [?], bitch, they made of gold (Made of gold)
Montana cried in my face and that shit hurt my soul (Soul)
He just don't know I wanna change, the devil got control
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