Charlie P - 33 (OUTRO)

YEA
AYE
Let me know sum
Am I the nigga you ride for when I’m in need
Am I the nigga you die for when you see me bleed
Am I the nigga you cry for when I don’t believe
And lose faith in everything I had faith in previously
Are you the one I lose later in life but keep in my dreams
I’m well aware shit niggas on isn’t for me
So I’m living with action
Write these words with some passion
How good is the loving
When there ain’t no attraction
If I’m ever gone
Just know niggas caught me lacking
Don’t wanna get popped like pop did
Or how pac did
But shit happen
I Can’t control the universe ways of reaction
Young days had me thinking everyday was the Fourth of July
Under the bed and under the windows is where niggas would lie
Have no reason to lie
Less they looking for one of my niggas or family members
I love a lot
Sometimes I get misunderstood
And start twisting the plot
Retell stories, and change the future
That comes from me thinking a lot
I want my raps to go beyond the rock
I want the crack I dish go beyond the block
Like a floater
I told you
I’m breaking boulders
To put the weight of the rock on my shoulders
And run through any opposers
Got me up working like I’m sipping on foldgers
And any girl I had past dealings with got that closure
Them closed doors will never reopen
It’s Dotti nigga what’s up
And fuck you niggas it’s up
I got some shit to spill out
(Yuh)
I need some refilling
Don’t do this shit to be more appealing
More for self healing
I plan to go beyond the ceiling
Going higher than them notes Mariah hitting
What the hell is quitting
Ain’t no sitting around
Some niggas graduated from life
And got they cap and gowns
Yall don’t sound like y’all self out here snatching sounds
I came creeping through every kingdom just snatch the crown
A young king watching Martin and bumping Luther
The same king that will not hesitate to fucking shoot ya
Things spoke over my life I couldn’t that rebuke
Type of shit that killed my soul
That’s some kind of abuse
Negotiations made with the devil
While them rebels were running wild
Preparations made for my burial
Curse of the lonely child
Spent more time getting close to people instead of myself
More friends
More problems
I guess that shit comes with the wealth
Homie got killed soon as I dipped
What if I never left
He was found stiff, shot by some crips
Blood leaked on every step
Quietly shedded tears
Cause I knew I had to get the strap
Already seen him bleeding coughing up blood it wasn’t strep
I would’ve been lost my mind if a nigga never rapped
I think back to them old times
Sitting on them steps
And rather than getting better they getting bitter
Can’t let no nigga stop no figures
So I figured
Yea

Written by:
Charles Perkins

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