Metz Drive

I’m the same nicca from Metz Drive 
With them dreadlocks and the Box Vic

Still screaming forget them people 
And all them people we don’t mess with

We can box quick 
Box em up like Nikes
And put em on the top shelf
That’s it

God give me the strength
 to accept the things I cannot change
I made my bed 
I know I made mistakes 
Gotta live with everyday 

But I found my way 
Now I’m on the way 
Get em out my way 
Everyday I gotta pray and say my grace 


Give my thanks to the ones 
who guided me along the way 

I done learned crazy things 
And seen some crazier things 
How these run around games 
Can make sane man insane 

Love is pain 
I never wanna feel again 
I’m talking bout pain
That love 
It’ll come again 

The rain sangs as it smash against my window pane 
This day to day 
Will make a nigha go insane 
This Quarantine seems like it’s been 2000 days
My heart cold this shit is killing me
I’m tired of losing friends and family 
Keep them evil people away from me

rap, trap