7osiah - Aphantasia

So many funerals and traphouses im just tryna find my way up out
So many bodies and bullets baby like aint no more room on the ground
So many gunshots and sirens i done almost got used to tha sound
Weight of tha world on my shoulders but im in chains if i touch another pound
Niggas complaining about a life i woulda died to got
Trusting these bitches exactly wht got my cousin shot
When youn get none at home a young nigga learn to hug the block
I was kicking up dust and serving spots for i ever punched aclock
Dont shit but bad bitches touch me aint shiit to curve a thot
WHERE IM FROM SNITCHING FROWNED UPON BUT NIGGA MURDER NOT!
IM TRYNA MAKE THIS RAP SHIT WORK BIGGS NEM STILL SERVING ROCKS!
I HADDA GO UP ON THESE BITCHES BEFORE I EVER SWERVED A DROP!
I seen a corpse in a casket
I send more than a rackie
I send hoes onna mission
I run more than a racket
Pound come straight through tha mail
Keef weigh more than tha package
I got shoebox fulla money that got more than yo taxes
Both them zips that you bought dont cost more than these glasses
I sold grams of the glass that was clearer than plastic
I stretched 28 grams more than mr. fantastic
Hadda take the williamson plug off cause he was stealing our traffic
If yeen really from the streets then you wont understand my tactics
I got earthshaker OG in this phillie but we rich now we dont pass it!
Yall pay 25$ for a 3.5 of tha babbid
T up at tha party and my young niggas gone crash it
Too young to buy shells so we couldnt even practice
Shoot that bitch onna mission and pray to god nothing happen
And im still praying!
So many funerals and traphouses im just tryna find a way up out
So many bodies and bullets baby its like aint no more room on the ground
So many gunshots and sirens i done almost got used to the sound!
Weight of the word on my shoulders but im in chains if i touch another pound!

Written by:
josiah byard

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