Walka
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Yeah
King of the North
Saddest nightclub
Thank you for everything, for listening
Yeah, yeah
Sold and took drugs in front of my mama face
I'm paying the rent so ain't shit what she gonna say
My little brother in the sun, my biggest bro turns in his grave
Another little bro suicided himself, he couldn't take the pain
My family in shambles, speakers playing ghetto gospel
Write that shit down, hold my tears
Hoping it do something when I drop shit
I'm authentic as it gets, my story certified, no cap
I can turn you to a headline with two fingers when I snap
Tryna scrap ten K together, need that Walker feature
My mama raised her seven kids farther than Justin Bieber
I'm tryna make like twenty mil before I see the reaper
Shit was deep but it gets even deeper, I am tryna reach the people
People try to reach me, putting my songs on repeat
That's 'cause they know I tell the truth
They know my name on these streets
My cousin smells like heroin, chain harder than bedrock
It cost more than a crack rock, it took a life like fentanyl
My mama's son took his life, yo, what you know about it?
No matter how you wash the mud about it, it still leaves stains
That's that shit come with the game
I still leave flowers on his grave
But I can't wait to lay there with him
I'm on a different rhythm, this the only way out
I wrap my ass off in the studio, I ain't sit on the couch
People try to party with me but I ain't coming out
I gotta work, I gotta make it happen, I cannot go backwards
I lived through so much shit that I can't say in a song
I just hope you feel my pain, try to find words for this dark
Too many times I thought it can't get any worse than this, dawg
And then I cried in my sleep, no money, gas got on E
Tires flat as a screen, hide that shit on my socks
Hide a knife in my jeans, I got life in my genes
The confidence I had wasn't given, I buried two of my siblings
I had to stop my mouth from crying in the kitchen
The lights went off a dozen times, it was just me and my vision
The heater wasn't working too, my story gives me the shivers
And I could cry for a thousand nights, wanted to burn the world down
I almost burnt out, they wanna see me dead
I can't wait to see how that turns out
Death threats are not a thing that I worry 'bout
You giving your all for me is a quick workout
Yeah
Pray to the Bible, hoping it work out
Yeah