Guerilla Maab - Can't You See lyrics
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(feat. Texas Tantrum) [Texas Tantrum] My life, Guerilla Maab on the rise Can't you see, can't yooooou seeee [Hook x2: Texas Tantrum] Can't you see, the life of a G Can't you see, the pain on the streets Can't you see, can't you see What's troubling me [Trae] Get up out of my nightmare I gotta get up, out of my dreams Feeling the pains of hard times, and live in the streets The murder rate increase, everytime I go to sleep And everybody that I love, done came up deceased A nigga see the struggle, and I wanna make it out What's making me feeling worse, I'm dying without a doubt Stress fucking me up, and running me to the ground And even partnas be faking, when they be coming around You niggaz can't relate, to living the broke life When you praying to the Lord, that it be alright Just to make it through the night, and see another day And on the real, we be living it in the worst way [Dougie D] Next up in this motherfucking thang, taking a swang And leaving niggaz, with motherfucking stains on brains Sick of the drama, and sick of the past Sick of motherfuckers acting feminine, and they only be faking After all the shit, that we done seen and fight fo' Hold they heads high, real rhymes to ride to Never be another set, of motherfuckers That'll be jumping up on the microphone, wrecking it the way we do Young and black, broke and going through thangs It's the money and the cars, and not milk it mayn On a constant grind daily, to maintain Doing all I can, to break bread and stay sane [Hook x2] [Dougie D] Or can you tell me, what life like in the limelight For everyday people, struggling just to eat right On the cold of the night time, to the daylight Gotta stay on my grind, and make sure that my child tight I've been living my lifestyle, on the wild side I've been carrying a glock nine, to protect mine Fuck around with the Maab nigga, bitches is gon mind Just the way that we gotta go get it, and get down With some motherfucking thug niggaz, rough niggaz Pulling pistols up out the draws nigga, bust niggaz And it burn, when I pull a glock to rush niggaz We forever gon keep a point nigga, what nigga [Trae] And how we spitting our game, and ducking the fed time My nigga Donnie D, done made the headlines I don't wanna see my nigga, locked up for lifetime Best run up in the jail, in ten in Ridgetown And go on a rampage, you niggaz already know We living the last days, you know that I don't play So give me the twin gauge, somebody gon feel the heat When I'm going in a rage, a right to wanna pager Think I'm going insane, my mind is untamed With nobody to blame, I feel I can't change And sick of living in pain, you motherfuckers Gon pay, for every single thang [Hook x2] [Texas Tantrum] Troubling meeeeee, can't you seeeee Can't you see, ohhhhhhhhh-ohhh Ooooohhhhhh, can't you see, can't you see Can't you seeeeee
