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(Drvmlord) I usually get high to heal all my problems But that shit ain't work, gotta talk it out Uh, all my pain, I had to face it I tried the pills to heal my pain, but that shit couldn't erase it Sometimes I dream 'bout death, they want me dead, won't let 'em take it Nah, I can't give up now, grandma been said, "Boy, you gon' make it" But lately I been movin' smart, dodgin' fed cases Free cuh 'nem from behinds the bars and fuck the judge, they racists You know that time is money, I need it, no, I can't waste it But this shit never change me, just help with my situation I just been paper chasin', count money my meditation They hatе that I'm elevatin', same niggas I been knеw hated Man, that shit happened just like that, in the blink of an eye My nigga done died On God My brother Baby K still here with me My brother BonBon, P, they died And that shit sent me in a whole— I ain't gon' lie, like I done— I done lost plenty niggas, but it's like, we at this point, like, like We, we good, it's us now Aus Songtexte Mania