Paapa-Berchie - Confessions

Searched 100 ways to die
Can you take my pain from me tonight
Someone please save me
Cuz I feel like I'm drowning, drowning, drowning

Tryna come up from the bottom, who knew that a flower would grow
At age six knew that the hustle was my way to go
My mama sacrificed 100 days 100 nights
Just to see her son come up and taste the finer life
Yeah my flow is real lethal explosive like planting a C4
Get big bands is the plan give it back to my people
Be the boss pay the cost ask questions later
And don't forget about the people who helped you go make it
Word to no thanks I'm just delivering his welcome
So kick back this the mood for the rest of the summer
Riding down with the drop top ice me out
White tee, VVS chain and Gucci flops
Its a party and we outchea for a celebration
So can the realest take a bow for your standing ovation
Learned from OGs on how to turn my thoughts to dollars
And to never settle for nothing unless it come with commas
Six rings, three-peated like Jordan and Pippen
Unlike the NBA I never have an off season
Capitalize like an Empire State of mind
Real eyes recognize the hustle and the grind
This that D M V flowing in my veins
Be Blessed was my coming out right to the game
B E R C H I E write it down you hear me
Just remember when my name up from city to city

Searched 100 ways to die
Can you take my pain tonight
Someone please save me
Cuz I feel like I'm drowning, drowning, drowning

Written by:
Paapa-Berchie Berko

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