Was It Worth It?

[Intro]
Yeah!
Word?
Whoa!

[Verse 1]
I've been fighting motherfuckers since the first day of school (Yeah, what?)
We gon' all just cry together when I'm kicked out of class (Brrrah!)
I got up one day upset and I just put on my shoes
Went out trapping, laid some shit, and I just made me a bag (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Was it all worth it?
I am not perfect
Move like a servant, yeah yeah yeah
Pull down the curtain
That is for certain
I got a purpose, yeah yeah yeah
I am so crazy (Yeah, whoa)
Why do you hate me?
I got a baby on the way
Cause we'll all be fucking crying when you leave that child's aid (Brrrah)
We gon' be crying
I got the shit down to the science
[?] the shit, spliff in my bag
I got an 8th, I'm 'bout to be flying
I gotta move
I gotta move
I gotta move
I gotta move (Whoa)
You don't know that shit
Homie, it's been cold as shit (Brrrah)
Brodie getting older and then days been getting shorter, shit (Yeah, yeah)
I fight with a purpose (Whoa)
You were my only distraction and now I'm just back doing coke off the surface (Whoa)
Now I'm just stuck doing acid and fucking a baddie, and leaving her hurtin'
My homies been locked up for murder
Was it worth it? (Brrrah)

[Interlude]
I know you mess with trends on the streets
But I ask you one question:
Was it worth it?

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I can't focus on anything else but blood on my hand (Brrrah)
Gun in my hands
I'm running, turned to fucking a [?]
My lonely life of my homies dying in the midst of it all
I got left right on my knees, that's why I'm punching a wall
My writing process wasn't time to lock in
Or maybe all my pain that made my writing honest
I guess I could go insane, the game is mighty quick
One day your homie says he's happy, then he dies to blicks
Or having beautiful tips for teaching homies how to vent
I'ma teach 'em save your money, give a fuck about a bitch
Only way to make it rich is focus greatly on this shit
Get a placement for myself, I'll get a placement for my kids
[?] I'm going 3 for 3, the list is quite amazing
Agh, who am I to say shit?
Why am I complaining?
I'm the one with [?], I'm the one with hoes locations
I'm the one they call when they need my dick to feel shit
But after every call and every night, I never feel shit
I just need to feel shit
Yeah, I hate feeling like I'm left in the dirt
I hate feeling like I'm stepping on cursed ground
I fired the first shot
The second and third round was you
Grow up with your music love, I'm highly proud of you
I am down for you, [?] around for you
I left this town for you
I been hurting daily since you left, I need a life with you
I need a life with you
I need my life with you
Going through emotions
Thumbing through the posts and the photos we took before this
Know you need to focus but without you, I am broken
Calling you up on the phone
Without you, I am so alone
Yeah yeah, whoa
I can't help it but to write about the times we had
I miss you like my mom and dad together
We made it through this weather, I don't think it's getting better
Sometimes when I get lonely, I just toss around the sweaters
I got anger building up with me
Who wouldn't wanna fuck with me?
Missed when I smoked blunts and tea, I'm laid up with my lover
Now I'm praying for your company and I don't want another's
Put trust in your family, I call your mom my mother, fuck it