Dvbz - Should Be

Solo I love you
And Frenchwood I love you
I wrote this for y'all
I wasn't supposed to be here now I'm fucking back again
I was free, and now I'm back up in them shackles man
I tried to slow my life down I'm living even faster damn
Here's a set of rules from me to you I hope you follow them

Rule one always keep your money in a knot
Rule two don't forget to keep your gun cocked
Rule number three don't go fucking with no fucking cop
Last but most importantly don't never ever fucking stop
I should be making money but I'm in a cell locked
My homies should be free but they were there when I got caught
I should be killing beats but now I can't even drop
I'm supposed to lead my team instead I'm crying in this box

I should be on my grind instead I'm in a cell block
It should've been my time instead I'm racing against the clock
I shouldn't be behind I need to be on fucking top
I need to find my fucking mind but it's still out there somewhere lost
I should give her the world but I still disappoint my moms
She wanted a girl instead I got a fucking cock
I should've changed my ways I need to be more like my pops
Should've been a nerd but of course I had to go and rob
I should be making friends but I keep making fucking ops
Supposed to calm down but my head still keep on getting hot
I should've seen the light but something got my vision blocked
Should be making millions I ain't even got a fucking job
I should be making moves not left in a cell to rot
Should be using words but I get too deep up in my thoughts
My minds a roller coaster I'm just waiting for the drop
I wish I was someone else but I know that I'm fucking not

Rule one always keep your money in a knot
Rule two don't forget to keep your gun cocked
Rule number three don't go fucking with no fucking cop
Last but most importantly don't never ever fucking stop
I should be making money but I'm in a cell locked
My homies should be free but they were there when I got caught
I should be killing beats but now I can't even drop
I'm supposed to lead my time instead I'm crying in this box

I'm supposed to make it out what is all this shit about
Instead, I'm stuck in this trap my feet won't leave the ground
I should be stacking money up and find a paper route
Instead, I'm broke as fuck just trying to find a way to pay the house
I should be flipping pounds, not just smoking down
I should be getting out there nobody hear my sound
Should be smoking with my bro's instead I'm here trying to shout
Across this fucking cell block hoping they can hear me now
I should be loving life but this shit is whack as fuck
I should be home tonight instead I'm still locked up
I should be doing right I guess that I'm the problem huh
Can't even get my act together maybe its the fucking drugs
I shouldn't hate the world I should be full of love
I should be a good soul not another fucking thug
It's gotten to the point where I don't even know what to trust
Don't even know myself anymore, where the fuck is Dvbz

Rule one always keep your money in a knot
Rule two don't forget to keep your gun cocked
Rule number three don't go fucking with no fucking cop
Last but most importantly don't never ever fucking stop
I should be making money but I'm in a cell locked
My homies should be free but they were there when I got caught
I should be killing beats but now I can't even drop
I'm supposed to lead my team instead I'm crying in this box

Drug use so abusive changing how I'm moving
So stupid decisions, decisions, I'm not good at choosing
What would you do if you was in my shoes
So tired of walking around feeling like I'm clueless
Got the will and the skill to make it just have to prove it
Should be doing shit productive I've just been a nuisance
Menace to society, selfish, acting foolish
Need remorse inside of me oh well, I guess I'm ruthless
I got people counting on me I'm just fucking losing
If I take another L I swear that I'm going to fucking lose it
This struggle inside of me, has me acting looney
Finally decided to try and rant this shit up off the looseleaf
Called momma on that phone, all I could say was oops
I'm going to make this shit right if it's the last thing I do
Ain't even have an appetite no more, fuck food
Should be getting views for my music not on local news

Rule one always keep your money in a knot
Rule two don't forget to keep your gun cocked
Rule number three don't go fucking with no fucking cop
Last but most importantly don't never ever fucking stop
I should be making money but I'm in a cell locked
My homies should be free but they were there when I got caught
I should be killing beats but now I can't even drop
I'm supposed to lead my team instead I'm crying in this box

Yeah, I wrote this from inside the cell
And to the rest of my team and my family
Stay up for me, please

Written by:
Victor Zarour

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