[Verse 1]
Sometimes I be feeling like pray for what? May go nuts
I'm riding through the city and that thing gon' bust
I bet you everybody wanna hate on us
But I'm too busy trying to get my bankroll up
I pull up in the whip and get to hopping out the shit with choppas looking like a motherfucking tank rolled up
My brain's on drugs
And then I get to thinking to myself it's really funny how we bang on us
Got two devils on my shoulder, will an angel come?
I really wonder will a nigga's faith go up?
I'm picking up a book and hoping change gon' come
But then I get to ripping up a page, so what?
Put the belt around my wrist and then my veins swole up
I don't wanna live another day no love
I try to find religion but my brain won't budge
And everybody talking about the same ol' stuff but I got them rainbow colors in my same ol' cup
I'ma drink till I can't or I may throw up
I lay for the day and I ain't woke up
And I'm laying there dead, is my fate closed shut?
Who they fucking tell me that I can't blow up?
Turn my back upon this city full of fakes so fuck
Anybody wolfing shit about the Brain on what
'Cause I make a living off of what I say hold up
Everybody know a nigga, name yo slut
I don't really gotta try to make no buzz
I be trying to keep it cool but you fake ol' thugs
Never bring it to my face and then you ain't gon' bust
And meanwhile I'm looking at the game so done
And everybody trying to get pay, no luck
So I'm walking with my head down and stereo on up
Hands down homeboy, sometimes I be feeling like
Sometimes I be feeling like pray for what? May go nuts
I'm riding through the city and that thing gon' bust
I bet you everybody wanna hate on us
But I'm too busy trying to get my bankroll up
I pull up in the whip and get to hopping out the shit with choppas looking like a motherfucking tank rolled up
My brain's on drugs
And then I get to thinking to myself it's really funny how we bang on us
Got two devils on my shoulder, will an angel come?
I really wonder will a nigga's faith go up?
I'm picking up a book and hoping change gon' come
But then I get to ripping up a page, so what?
Put the belt around my wrist and then my veins swole up
I don't wanna live another day no love
I try to find religion but my brain won't budge
And everybody talking about the same ol' stuff but I got them rainbow colors in my same ol' cup
I'ma drink till I can't or I may throw up
I lay for the day and I ain't woke up
And I'm laying there dead, is my fate closed shut?
Who they fucking tell me that I can't blow up?
Turn my back upon this city full of fakes so fuck
Anybody wolfing shit about the Brain on what
'Cause I make a living off of what I say hold up
Everybody know a nigga, name yo slut
I don't really gotta try to make no buzz
I be trying to keep it cool but you fake ol' thugs
Never bring it to my face and then you ain't gon' bust
And meanwhile I'm looking at the game so done
And everybody trying to get pay, no luck
So I'm walking with my head down and stereo on up
Hands down homeboy, sometimes I be feeling like
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