Left Out

[Intro]
(Do you want smoke? We want all the smoke)

[Verse]
Hey why I feel the sky is falling and my world is sinking in
Describe my life is like disasters and they seem to never end
Concrete wall we on that block niggas always seem to sink
17 but you gon’ judge me on my face you see this ink
When my momma hear these songs hope she dont cry for a long time
I’m depressed at any moment I can die
When I was 7 years old nem bitches almost took my life
Greg he was cuttin’ my hair
Then moments latеr I heard fire
Them bitchеs they gon’ frame us
They say they scared they terrified no not to play with us
And we pulled up them sticks swore they were scared turned into angel dust
Love and affection no we don't give it ain't no blaming us
Family just a word cause I remember they was ashamed of us
Lovin’ and puttin’ my trust in people get me killed right
Gon drop your testicles bet that we slidin bitch thats by midnight
Walk to the pulpit talk to God gotta get my head right
Now that we talkin you know it’s
Niggas want my head right
My trust in this glizzy no we ain't stoppin ain't no red lights
Young’n I could see this why this rap shit is in danger
Excuse me if I blame because my heart is filled with anger
Crackas to my pop’s interrogation he ain't sayin huh
Circle is so small its like a O cause niggas change huh
You round me cause you love me or you blinded by the fame huh
Since I lost my brother man this life ain't been the same nah
It’s time we take a stand no more walkin in the rain no
Look at my bruddas man I’m so proud because we here now
Showin’ my talent in front the world I faced my fears now
Pull up in coupes designer shoes I’m feelin big now
Diamonds in my mouth they don't come out it's not the big kind
Back to back we doing shows
After that we fuckin hoes
I pass em down to my bros
Remember sharing the same clothes
My secrets out you can't expose
But I’m still gon crouch behind doors
Don't have homeboys only my bros
Rock out rock out this gon be no pain song
When i pull up in that
Black maserati and the roof gone
These diamonds on my brudda chain is shinin’ he got two on
With this rollie on my arm I’m tryna put my whole crew on
You know, ain’t nobody ever really speak to us to go nowhere
You know it’s twelve of us
None of us never graduated high school