[Intro]
Damn, Eddy
[Chorus]
In this rap shit, sucks to be a pop
You can't show what you feeling inside
Sometimes I just really wanna—
But I just smoke weed every day to get by
My mother said none of these bitches not mine
I was so dumb, I was not reading signs
When shit when left, I had to sell a dime
All my day ones locked up, doing time
[Verse 1]
That's what hurt me the most, I got signed and we all did a toast
B told me, "Nigga, you never could loaf
Up it, if they try to touch you, then blow"
I made like eighty thousand on my shows, but all of my niggas in chains
We put through shit that they could never know
Like, I'm tired of going through pain
I could do street shit, but I'm tryna rap
So I'ma just stay in my lane
They on the media talking on me and my family, but I guess this come with the fame
I made it, I'm part of this shit, I had to go get me a grip
They ain't believe in me, I wasn't shit
.45 had me walkin' with a limp
Damn, Eddy
[Chorus]
In this rap shit, sucks to be a pop
You can't show what you feeling inside
Sometimes I just really wanna—
But I just smoke weed every day to get by
My mother said none of these bitches not mine
I was so dumb, I was not reading signs
When shit when left, I had to sell a dime
All my day ones locked up, doing time
[Verse 1]
That's what hurt me the most, I got signed and we all did a toast
B told me, "Nigga, you never could loaf
Up it, if they try to touch you, then blow"
I made like eighty thousand on my shows, but all of my niggas in chains
We put through shit that they could never know
Like, I'm tired of going through pain
I could do street shit, but I'm tryna rap
So I'ma just stay in my lane
They on the media talking on me and my family, but I guess this come with the fame
I made it, I'm part of this shit, I had to go get me a grip
They ain't believe in me, I wasn't shit
.45 had me walkin' with a limp
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