Weak Stomach
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Coming on 4 years since my father died Sometimes I wish it was a homicide Make the pain a little easier to understand Self inflicted wounds be the sins of man Tens of grand Flourish in my pockets on a regular now and I'm like word I ain’t smoking regular now Famous numbers on my cellular now Funny how the more respected I get The more I’m in doubt with the self loathing Designer brand frequent on my belt and clothing They see that its Flashy and I’m like word I see that its lifes failed attempt to try to make me happy When it seem like everything that I could god just gon attack me I mean my heart got scars My car aint fittin start I’m at my last dollar man I’ve been in the parking lot Balled out, sipping the high life Contemplating taking my life My vice’s has always been try to mimic my father And his decisions but driving Like I just brought me same collisions I know When Im in These loud crowds I get petrified So excuse me if I step aside I always had a weak stomach I puked last night I was staring at the stars on the roof last night Hey,man I always had a weak stomach I’ve been out here try to chill But drama keep coming Keep coming The drama keep coming Man I always had a weak stomach Signing to a major label Was always fable we didn’t bank on Every table at my house got a drank on it Alcoholic ambition to try and ease the pain I ain’t had no father figure to try and teach me man Rolling Round 16 years old on the road to VO Beach Reminiscing that heat was under my seat, For what I guess I had something to prove problem child ain’t got nothing to lose Vodka induced And I’m rollin til my shock is reduced to the bare minimum On the borderline of being a criminal Becoming a byproduct all my homies were product for sale In and out of jail and what it intel Hail Mary inside the speaker while we bust a right on Georgia Ave Sitting in the back wit a gat lookin For the four crew out this last week, and we ain’t sober Then I told pimpin to pullover I always had a weak stomach I puked last night I was hanging out the window boutta to shoot last night Hey, and I always had a weak stomach I’ve been out here try to chill But drama keep coming Keep coming The drama keep coming And I always had a weak stomach But fuck that! Ain’t no time for a sickness when you’re trying to get it And all the time in this prison is spent finding a prism A way to turn one ray of light into colorful visions Carry on tradition for everyone who came from the ditches Rose from the dirt without a stain though Insane though, how some angels hang themselves with their own halo That’s why I lay low Now my worst enemy is my mind Stare at a screen and watch these other artists take what is mine Sit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looks like I'm cryin This life offers a lot But one thing it does not is rewind So I proceed forward And my standards for this game never lowered Ever since I became what they said I wouldn’t I've wanted more of Dear lord save me from these snakes Constricting like boas Old friends on my doors Industries still ignore us Landlord on the phone is telling me I can’t afford it I’m three months late Feel like a pregnant woman this chorus Cause of my weak stomach I puked last night I was contemplating telling you the truth last night Hey, Man I always had a weak stomach I’ve been out here try to chill But drama keep coming Keep coming The drama keep coming Man I always had a weak stomach Thanks to Josh Lawrence for correcting these lyrics Thanks to MARCUS CORTEZ for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Clayton P. for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Randal Smith for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Cherte M. for correcting these lyrics
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