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[Intro] Drop, drop Is for my niggas in the pen Drop, drop For all my brothers in the box Drop, drop Hold your head, hold your head Is my letter to you [Hook] I said I knew a new nigga For the these dark clouds follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle From out the corners of my eye seen the theme stagger Up to a hustler in this team with his jeans sagging Had tilted to the left with a mean swagger Don't plan on leaving the scene till this cream add up Could have got a scholarship, but he fell victim Drop out twelve grade caught a jail sentence Had a polluted it with mind state, couldn't dwell in it SongtexteI look at death in his eyes, face was pale skinded Looking up like a man, but a frail image Not the normal hustler cause he was kind of timid About the skinny as a grandma he would drown pitching Got a taste of that nose candy caught a fly adiction Ask me if I need it to fix, but I resist it The block hot keep it moving, is what I insisted It will take another beat before we realize he's slipping Into the cycle we're all living It's called hell prison, prison! [Hook] I said I knew a new nigga For the these dark clouds follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle I just shown him that he envisions a better life for himself The type that he don't have to pedal right for the wealth Is in the deam let's keep it up in night, nothing helps He's trying to lean in coldine on the shelf But he becomes hollow as the bottle that he drank Lives life on the edge, but I doubt he'd ever jump, huh Trying to find Heaven in hell in every second Heading into a dead end couldn't tell you where his head is Still accounting this paper, preach accounting these blessings Evil in all directions, heathens was Smith and Westsons His son's heathen desperately in need of affection It's dead CPS steps in I see him stressing He threw away his future couldn't escape his past Caught up chasing cash, and he made at last He's physically free, but confined His hell is imaginary, the prison is in his mind [Hook x2] I said I knew a new nigga For the these dark clouds follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow Cause while it's over me is too black to see tomorrow Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle Aus Songtexte Mania