[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Sitting, fighting this pressure in the state of exhaust
How many times I talked to God, speaking on those that I lost
A couple brother, couple sisters then a bunch of my homies
That's why I move up out my lonely, hoping God'll come show me
A new direction cause I feel like I'm losing faith by the minute
Tryna hide away from reality in something that's tinted
I conversate most of the time across the mind of a seal
Same niggas that showed me love, you might just find em in hell
I hate to see us, or to blame em on everything they been through
In a different circumstance a better life, they might just been you
Tryna provide, missing homicide by minutes
Or they tryna get stripes from a basic Sargent to lieutenant
I do this here for my nigga Dawg, my nigga Clip
Ain't too many others that are sold, that's why I trip
I trip out, but try to keep my cool knowing pain is here
Wanted the sun, but since I missed this shit the rain is here
[Chorus: Mitchy Slick]
Abnormal heart, diagnosed at birth
All my niggas got em whole family cursed
T-shirt with their nan just ain't the same
Shoulda have em attack out all the stress and strain
Fuck this fame and this change
Fuck this chain and this Range
With all my real ones gone I can't sleep the same
I wish this fuckin rain' would go away
Sitting, fighting this pressure in the state of exhaust
How many times I talked to God, speaking on those that I lost
A couple brother, couple sisters then a bunch of my homies
That's why I move up out my lonely, hoping God'll come show me
A new direction cause I feel like I'm losing faith by the minute
Tryna hide away from reality in something that's tinted
I conversate most of the time across the mind of a seal
Same niggas that showed me love, you might just find em in hell
I hate to see us, or to blame em on everything they been through
In a different circumstance a better life, they might just been you
Tryna provide, missing homicide by minutes
Or they tryna get stripes from a basic Sargent to lieutenant
I do this here for my nigga Dawg, my nigga Clip
Ain't too many others that are sold, that's why I trip
I trip out, but try to keep my cool knowing pain is here
Wanted the sun, but since I missed this shit the rain is here
[Chorus: Mitchy Slick]
Abnormal heart, diagnosed at birth
All my niggas got em whole family cursed
T-shirt with their nan just ain't the same
Shoulda have em attack out all the stress and strain
Fuck this fame and this change
Fuck this chain and this Range
With all my real ones gone I can't sleep the same
I wish this fuckin rain' would go away
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