‘I got you! You got me?’
I’d take two for you.
And truthfully...
there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
I put you under my roof, made a room for you. paid your bills when ya fam had nothing they could do for you.
Yet Romance still disrupted our brotherhood. She took you away. But not like a mother would.
That bitch could never understand like I understood.
Man.. I never been this alone before.
I can feel my soul approaching to go overboard every time I use my vocal cords. I think I need to focus more.
(But fuck that)
The drugs torturing my niggas core,
Yelling at him like “don’t you see it family?”.
I understand You got keys in the pantry. But your so doped up you left ya keys in the pantry.
Except I know drug use is another way of saying “please understand me”.
Bro, I always understood ya problems.
New jacks got punked but you wouldn’t rob em.
You were like robin without the robbin.
You had good intentions but the drugs took you hostage.
I was like, “look please promise me you’ll stop it” but he couldn’t promise.
I knew the habit took over when I had 50 bucks missing from my wallet.
Money’s the root of all evil.
The smart people.
The brown people.
The white people.
Any complexion doesn’t justify the life taker from a fucking needle.