SecretsWithak - Dead End

I've been feeling lost lately
Asking GOD if he could save me
Got promoters tryna pay me while these suckas wanna kay me
I know that they be hating I don't let that shit phase me
Everyday I kiss my Jesus piece cause life is getting krazy
Yeah I'm posted inna fast lane I'm tryna go faster
Young Mexicano showing rappers I'm a factor
I'm just tryna ball, with my team like the Raptors
Pulling up in Track hawks cause we don't do the Raptors
I don't do the cappers
Like a baseball get capped
You said that you was just acting round of applause might get you clapped
I ain't talking Velcro how I gotta keep that strap
Cause my homie left his house and he ain't never made it back
Rest In Peace
To all my people deceased
You gotta keep the heater close cause it get cold in the streets
Everybody tryna test you while they dissing your set
Man that shit be getting old I'd rather go get a check
But you could still go get checked
Like a dog at a vet
Yeah I'm pressing my issue if you ain't coming correct
I wrote a letter to my city but I guess it ain't read yet
Came up from the bottom but I'm tryna get bread fed
Choppa to yo dome fuck around and get you dead dead
Blue tips all up in my clip that's that lead shed
Shawty I'm a cowboy, something like it's Red Dead
Going down this road got me feeling it's a dead end

I've been feelin lost lately
Asking god if he could save me got promoters tryna pay me
While these suckas wanna kay me
I know that they be hating I don't let that shit phase me
I've been feelin lost lately
Asking god if he could save me got promoters tryna pay me
While these suckas wanna kay me
I know that they be hating I don't let that shit phase me

Written by:
Manuel Guzman

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