YOUNG TR3Y - I Can't Be

Money passion desires couple steps to the wealth
I got morals on top loyalty that's not on a shelf
Some nights I sit battle myself I wanna shatter myself
I'm afraid to show my true colors and it's bad for my health
Hot boy from the inner cities hope my savage is felt
My only angel done turned into a demon and said welcome to hell
My brother got caught with the burner so he turned to a cell
Cuz when that money got low he had to turn to sell
Night rider wearing a mask got me feeling like Raphael
Slutty bitches sending me snaps Ik that they kiss and tell
And I'm I feel like I'm higher up
Suit and tie got my attire up
Who put the air in her head come fill my tires up
I put the game in a choke hold like mma
Asking me questions I give no answers no a q n a
I smack down but keep raw here's what the truth would say
It's the streets or the booth choose ya route today
I feel as though I be shinning bright up under the lights
New kicks upped a nigga game and got me feeling like mike
Once I stopped throwing these hands I really learned how to fight
Only thing I wanna Rock is clothes shows and a mic
Encrypted visions of lavish living is how I'm feeling
But I been crippled by mental had to stop pretending
Pops wanted an Eagle Scout but I just benjis
Trynna make it from the floor to Forbes and fucking benzes
Down on my ass like grass the only place can go is the top
My niggas applying the pressure they won't let the energy drop
It's the opp or the cop don't make a difference we Grippin the shot
They want the sauce and the recipe
Learn spices I put in the pot
For all of the drama dear momma I'm sorry
I'm feeling like pac
Said that wouldn't find love
When I met you I felt it a lot
Remember when you had told me forever
But Who knew that forever could stop
Remember you told me you hate me
Hurt my heart but you did it a lot
Only seen me just to leave me
Who knew that my lover would plot
Walking down the block seen my cousin get jumped
Thank god nobody was shot
Remember when they wanted to run me
I'm the nigga who calling the shot
Remeber fuck niggas was hating
No respect you can suck on this cock
I ain't the same nigga who tucking his tail
Ain't the same who beating them block
Ain't the same nigga who hold his hand
I told that fuck nigga that he can kick rocks
Aint the same nigga who cool wit a l
Aint the same nigh who don't got locs
Aint the same nigga who lay where he fell
Told that fuck nigga that he can kick rocks

Written by:
James Waters

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