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soon enough...
B-Mill; Frank Beats; im secretly a ghost
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Oh, Frank
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I got this shotgun right up to my head
Praying that soon enough I'll be dead
Losing my mind and my thoughts over you
All the things that I heard, wishing they weren't true
Bitch, where was you when I needed some help?
I thought I needed you when I needed myself
I was just deep in that water like Phelps
I been taking these drugs, it's not good for my health
Lately I been out the way tryna run up a check
While my youngins is giving out belt
How could you win with the card I was dealt?
How could you live with the problems I felt?
So many times I was wishing I'd quit
I done been through so much and got sick of that shit
Permanent scars, ain't no healing that shit
Nigga, I was just popped, now I'm living like Mitch
I put my feelings inside of this spliff
Tryna cope with the fact that I'm missing this bitch
Rockstar life, I got Citchy equipped
If a nigga turn mouse then I'm itching to click
I got this shotgun right up to my head
Praying that soon enough I'll be dead
Losing my mind and my thoughts over you
All the things that I heard, wishing they weren't true
I been fucked up since a kid, think my mental is cooked
I don't know what it's like to be normal
I could switch up the swag and go Ricky
From head to my toe, bitch, I'm popping out formal
I was just blocking my blessings
I had to go get in my bag and give thanks to the Lord
Nigga, don't put out your hands tryna get something from me
If you wasn't here through the storm
Hard to slow down, I been moving too fast
Where the fuck was they at? I was down on my ass
Still hoodied up with the gun and my mask
I been scoring a ball, I can't give you no pass
Back in the day, niggas said I was trash
I ain't care about school, I was faded in class
Nigga, my funds going up
But regardless of money, my feelings is stuck in a
I got this shotgun right up to my head
Praying that soon enough I'll be dead
Losing my mind and my thoughts over you
All the things that I heard, wishing they weren't true
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