$treet Grammy

Intro
I hope the pressure never make me buckle
I hope this weight that I carry gon give me muscle
Teach me how to maneuver right through the struggle, right through the struggle...muscle

Verse
My nigga E just took a beating last Saturday
Caught that nigga slipping, heard they pulled up where his granny stay
Its really snitching if I talk about the details
Dealing with these demons man a nigga can't sleep well(uhh)
I pray to God but he don't ever listen(no)
2 A.M, I'm still driving, think about the mission(whoa)
All these women, all these problems, all these drugs that got me tripping
Promised momma imma quit but I wrote this while I was sipping(damn)
Probably the third time I relapse
I was on my third pill screaming:"Fuck rehab"(Fuck rehab)
My pops probably gonna hear this and he judge me
I know I disappointed everyone who ever loved me(yeah)
You ever had migraines thinking about pressure?
I had turned to a fiend, I had the drugs on the dresser
You ever had the doctor tell your momma that you're comatose?
Momma tried to ask him,:"What? He's wrong"
He said:"It's overdose"
I couldn't breathe(...gasp) blood on my shirt(uhh)
And as I bleed use the blood to write this verse
I know it's deep, but I wrote this for my family
Wrote this for the streets, fuck a speech, fuck a Grammy nigga