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Drink with the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah I know niggas got they own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah I've got [censored] but she would never know I like to hide them, so much I lose myself That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others And grew up in counselling, flipping off my counselors They gave me mood stabilisers but when I came off 'em I was violent Took the drugs that I wanted which didn't help with the voices They just grew louder and louder They called the people who'd just chatter and chatter I juggle all my personalities “Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir asíendo esto ojalá pudiera rendir me pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos” I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes Got some D's, dropped out wanted to be Russell Simmons Gotta keep workin', my head or in a vision Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness I just turn into somebody sellin' lemonade Kiss your kiss tonight before them bitches run away Letras de cancionesGet your man, get your man all up off me Back again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me This for all my broke niggas, this for all them drugs, nigga That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga Did it on my own, nigga, grew up and I bossed out Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out I see you peekin’ through bushes and tryna get secret ingredients from us I know that you do it ‘cause you see us boomin' like C4 when you hit that detonator Lucky lucky on the elevator Eat my dust baby I’ll see ya later I could always call your bluff, you already said enough Take a risk, bitch, still sitting on your ass, waiting for a handout Giving nothin’, put your hands down "Ooh, yeah, this for the culture! Ooh, yeah, this important!" Fuck off with that slang shit, fuck off with that networking Keep ya mouth where the money at Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview I know I'm the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you You know that lately I don't think straight, but I don't really know what I'm doing now 'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I'm struggling while on the move now Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview I know I'm the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you You know that lately I don't think straight, but lately I don't know what to do now 'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I'm struggling while on the move now Get your man, get your man all up off me Back again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Get your man, get your man all up off me Back again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Get your man, get your man all up off me Back again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Get your man, get your man all up off me Back again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips I look in the closet when I think about the past life Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right I hate them quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences I hate the separation, first thing they called me: Nigga I fight, I got suspended My teachers saw me hit him So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I would walk through the halls at my own pace Every lunch, I would flow, having no place All the books in my bag till my bones ache Wonder how the world would be if I had no face If I had no heart, if I had no skin And I was just thoughts, reminiscing the things always brushed off Had my Father try to tell me I was just off And when I look at the things that I've been through And the things I survived and at what cost? All the love in my life that I just lost All this shit persevere to the pole vault In the eyes of the law I'm a problem In the eyes of blogs i'm a paycheck In the eyes of the world I'm an icon In the eyes that I own I ain't start yet In the eyes of the law I'm a problem In the eyes of blogs i'm a paycheck In the eyes of the world I'm an icon In the eyes that I own I ain't start yet I ain't start yet Power! African power! Power! African power! I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubble I feel like all my days are coming to rubble From Letras Mania