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Hold up, hold up, ayy [?], yeah You don't really know the same old chain You don't really know the same old thing Yeah Don't get out of pocket (Yeah) If you talk too much, get your throat checked (Throat checked) Got too much shit in these pockets (Pockets) I don't want my coat, no coat check (Nah) Only twenty, not enough to finish college (Damn) R.I.P. Pop Smoke, young G.O.A.T. shit Take 'em out when they show such promise (Oof) How the world done got so cold, yeah Peep game, yeah I peep those plottin' (Yeah, I peep those) Stay away from the bull like Stockton (Bull) Fake new 'bout you 'gon surface (Yeah) That ain't got no legs, they doxing (True) Bad vibes, I don't need those options (Don't need those) Stay away, cut 'em off like tonsils Life's a game but it's not no console (No console) No respawn, stay mindful (Yeah) When the rain fall down, we gon' all get wet When the day get rough, we gon' solve these tests (Uh) Life's too short and we all be stressed Letras de cancionesBut we still woke up so we all be blessed Just another kid from the city tryna shine like them But I'm not like them, while we all be pressed There's enough for us both, we could all be fed (Uh) Get it while you can, we gon' all be dead (Yeah) Soon enough, some sooner than others While they're here, be there for your brothers Tell your sisters you love 'em I don't got no time for the bad shit 'Cause we all live fast in the crashes So I hold my head, look past them Don't get out of pocket (Yeah) If you talk too much, get your throat checked (Throat checked) Got too much shit in these pockets (Pockets) I don't want my coat, no coat check (Nah) Only twenty, not enough to finish college (Damn) R.I.P. Pop Smoke, young G.O.A.T. shit Take 'em out when they show such promise (Oof) How the world done got so cold, yeah How the world done got so cold, yeah Cu-cu-cutting off ties, following suit Only implies to do what you told Talk from the heart, don't wanna be owned So nobody's owed except for the bros Drinkin' again, my girl with a pose But she doesn't hold the weight of my my head Only way I get away from the stress But every tomorrow I'm runnin' again Don't really know who I'm runnin' against Maybe it's me making my bed, so Nobody look at the sheets, uh What you see not what it seems Fuck it, I'm vexed, therapist say I'm depressed But where am I going from here? When I walk out of the session, the session begins Don't let that go over your head I got some family I worry about Starting to feel they worry 'bout me Way more than I be worried 'bout them 'Cause I keep everything buried beneath Chill with the guys, staying out late All of the trauma we try to escape Then I'm on tour, feel like I'm Thor And I get back and it's worse than before Can I find balance in living this life? Been with my girl, she want something more Know she deserves everything that she wants But I just struggle to even the score All of the feelings I try to ignore Always come knock at the door What the fuck am I still doing this for? From Letras Mania