Can’t show love

Bugging off them drills if they catch me slipping make sure I go out with a hit 
I ain’t never touched pills or drugs 

No she thought I wasn’t going far now she stalking my page you don’t know what I’ve been through I know some 

Secrets I won’t share she know Jay don’t play back then I was feasting on ramen now I’m making full meals I’m 

Better off by myself birthdays I missed now we in the studio dripping (huh) she say I don’t smile that’s cause I’ve been 

Hurt to many years lotta people talk reckless on the internet till I pull up they don’t make a sound now that up 

Cruising in the whip went down my old hood shit brought back who I was I’ll forever be a thug till I die aye can’t risk 

Trust cause to many betrayed me I numb my pain with this money look at my face you can see the pain i suffered 

By my lonely got to many things inside my soul she said you really changed what you expect this pain turned me 

Into my old ways we not the same I chase money you chase hoes gotta grind till I make a couple million 

Im not okay but I can fix myself never needed no help I spark it up when it’s 
Late at night so I can calm my thoughts 

I ain’t really understanding what you saying she be acting like she don’t need me but we both know I’m her only 

Peace back then I was chasing a bag so I put this pain in my songs why lie to me been loosing sleep cause I’ve been 

Recording nonstop still I grind for it if it ain’t bout money don’t hit my cell I’m forever in my mode no time for love 

I remember nights I was praying to get this far I work to hard my bread stacking up talking about opening up 

Sorry love I can’t open up (stacking my bread up I shine enough)

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