
Looking For You Foolio
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[Intro]
I've been, fighting real depression
Trying to, cope this shit slowly
[Verse 1]
I'm tryna heal from the inside
Remember when shooting them niggas on an'drive (Facts)
My first gun was a deuce five (Boom)
Post on the block all day throwing 6 signs (6 block)
I'm steady coping with drugs
Wondering if there a heaven for thugs (Heaven for thugs)
Nobody showing me love
In love with the trenches, she gave me a hug (Gave me a hug)
I'm steady fighting depression
Don't wanna die, so I stay with my weapon (Stay with my weapon)
Took losses, but took them in lessons
Had blood on my shoes, just like Giuseppe (Just like Giuseppe)
Everything I see, red
Demons and voices, get out of my head (Out of my head)
I know niggas want me dead
I feel like Osama, I got niggas scared (Six)
Momma had told me to thank god
Even though I'm with the demons, on the low ride
Numb to the pain, I can't cry
I ain't drop a tear shit crazy when Mitch died (Mitch)
I had to carry his casket
Slide through the opps, tryna' shoot me a basket (Rrrah)
Gotta get back, focused and rappin'
But I'm still trying to catch me a nigga in traffic (No cap)
I've been, fighting real depression
Trying to, cope this shit slowly
[Verse 1]
I'm tryna heal from the inside
Remember when shooting them niggas on an'drive (Facts)
My first gun was a deuce five (Boom)
Post on the block all day throwing 6 signs (6 block)
I'm steady coping with drugs
Wondering if there a heaven for thugs (Heaven for thugs)
Nobody showing me love
In love with the trenches, she gave me a hug (Gave me a hug)
I'm steady fighting depression
Don't wanna die, so I stay with my weapon (Stay with my weapon)
Took losses, but took them in lessons
Had blood on my shoes, just like Giuseppe (Just like Giuseppe)
Everything I see, red
Demons and voices, get out of my head (Out of my head)
I know niggas want me dead
I feel like Osama, I got niggas scared (Six)
Momma had told me to thank god
Even though I'm with the demons, on the low ride
Numb to the pain, I can't cry
I ain't drop a tear shit crazy when Mitch died (Mitch)
I had to carry his casket
Slide through the opps, tryna' shoot me a basket (Rrrah)
Gotta get back, focused and rappin'
But I'm still trying to catch me a nigga in traffic (No cap)
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