Lil Tweak - Dark Days

Make my own bands call me self paid
Cant go follow a trend I'm too self made
And the trap always kick come and shop here with me everything that you see ona scale weighed
Know a nigga fighting hard for his life cuz his mans gave me up should've knew he was tell made
He get out go back in that's them jail ways
Was a innocent kid now he jail made

Even though back in school always acted a fool being cool though I skipped never failed grades
Hiring on the block lil bro whipping the pots I learned fast jump right in I got well paid
On them rock hard floors where my head laid
That shit just made me brazy
No one was there to save me
My thoughts start getting crazy

Where the fuck they was at all them days I ain't have it
Me banko was hurting same bed with them addicts
Touch down to my soul seen my bro ina casket
Made me wanna go crazy go score me a basket

Show up to perform what the fuck is a practice
No choice gotta eat once I seen it I bagged it
Trap dreams to be rich flexing off with a Patek
So when they hit me don't know you ima tax it

Free all my guyzers that's doing them bids
Live our life no regrets we just did what we did
Sometimes it's just fuck it is what it is
Me and broski fell out nigga knocked down the bridge
Always had them Heart eyes for the streets as a kid
This trap shit stuck on my mind like a squid
Trynna blow up in rap and just stay about my business
Rich shit watch the nets from courtside like I'm Jig

And I ran it up so anything I want I'm copping it
Police jump behind gone act a fool I just won't stop on it
Got kicked out of aunty house
Fucked up sold all them dimes in it
When I had 1st flip back them racks high key I felt so Dominant
Number block shit jump like I'm Dominque
Watch right there for the cops
And that brand new grip tht lil bro want got a long clip with a dot
And if anyone approach him wrong he just gone send some shots
Out the way I'm on my grind just trynna make it to the top

Can't forget them pieces kick ask lil bro what a buzz do
Grinding hard somehow start grabbing more weight then my plug do
When you down the ones you the love the most don't show no love to
If we fell out and you feel like fuck me I hold a grudge too

Deep thoughts thinking I gotta go harder
A call from the jails and g zah is the caller
I'm Tweak dolo gang and my circle got smaller
I just wanna eat trynna ball like I'm Crawford

You know me I'm gone just keep on snapping
Them days ina trap frigerator with maggots
Can't wait to get rich see my cash ima snatch it
One thing about Tweak Is he get to the cabbage

Written by:
Izaraa Bowens

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