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KJLetTheBeatKnock
SkyDiddy
When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah)
I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices (choices)
I've been like this all my life, guess this sh- in my genes (DNA)
I've been thinkin' 'bout my life, gotta get out them things (why?)
Too much fentanyl in the skreet, they puttin' they cut on pills (chill)
I lost Shanay to that sh-, it still don't feel real
Standin' over her, shakin' my head, wipin' Damiyah tears (uh)
She takin' it the hardest, reminscin', 13 years (hurt)
Taivo been through this, I had to ask him, "How you heal?"
Ain't no amount of money gon' change the way I feel
This a nightmare, I'm just trapped inside it (inside)
Mama jump up out the bed, every time she hear a siren (hope it ain't me)
No 2-1-9-4's, F.I. 2-3's (what else you need?)
That little pink pill put me at top speed (go)
When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah)
I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices
Don't know what you is to yo' city, but I run mine (mine)
Know where you at, watch where you step, don't cross the gun line (don't do that)
I like hittin' her from behind, she say it's all mine (uh)
But I can't lay up with you, boo, you know it's crunch time (go)
Spaced out, lookin' out the window, I just start cryin' (why?)
Tryna figure you out who gave that drop on when my dawg died (cuz)
Wrote that in red, I told him, "Make sure pressure get applied" ('nem)
Every picture I got with you, I can't archive (we got 'em)
I get deep off in my feelings and I can't hide it (man)
Let 'em talk, sit back, be quiet, I never regret my silence (shh)
I want them to feel how I feel, so I resort to violence (spin)
No, I can't wife her, if the - come with high mileage (red cup)
When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah)
I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices (choices)
When I ain't takin' these drugs, I get nauseous (nauseous)
Thinkin' 'bout my dawg gone, I get more sick (throw it off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah)
I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices, dealin' with my problems a lil' different
These last eight to ten months
Is the real reason why sh- been goin' how it's goin'
For example, me still tryna be a superstar artist
Me tryna please my fans and put music out to the world
But at the same time dealin' with real situations, endurin' real pain
I'm talkin' 'bout back to back, back to back, back to back
One year changed my whole life forever
I lost my kids mama, I had to take them in
What man you know doin' that, for real?
At the peak of his career, at that
Then on top of that, I lose my brother to the skreets
-, he had kids, so now it's like his kids like mine
Whenever they call, whenever they need somethin', I come through
Most of the time, when you dealin' with pain
You try to cope wit' it by runnin' to drank, -, pills, all that
That's 'posed to be medicine, but the whole time it's makin' me more sick, for real
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