Back Off!

(Verse 1)

Aye

Aye back in my youth days

When I made music in those good days

I talked about the drugs I would do

The love I would make to a girl who was fake

All my money went to waste

I lost my job, It's time to rot leave me dead in the grave

With all my choices and mistakes

None of my homies who owe me, payed me back

Since I was young I wanted big racks

Big stacks, big cash, all in the money bag

Feels like I'm losing sense in myself

Strength in my health

Multiple L's under my belt

Should I sell my soul for some wealth

I think not cuz mama says I belong to the maker

The creator of my heart

Where all my pain seems to start

Where all my neglect seems to rest

I live with this pain in my chest

Like a gun to my head

Cursing dead on my bed

Living life always stressed

I can't feel my heart, ripped apart, destroyed broken hearts

Scarred and wounded might die from the bleeding

God help me in this time of needing

And my tears aren't enough to make me feel better

Will the pain last forever

This is more than confession but the times are getting stressing

I sure do love and hate life

What a curse and blessing

(Verse 2)

I'm losing all this visions from my memory

Homie do you remember me

Always looked at me with jealousy

I hope you know your dead to me

I sometimes wished you joined my team

Come with us and smoke this green

But you can't hang with us

U silly fuck

U ugly duck

U major bust

Of a broken condom

And now what's wrong with him

*laughs*

What's wrong with him

(Instrumental)