Ain't nobody in this life tell you how to live
Think you got it bad nah we got it good as shit
There's a lot of great people gave it all for this
It don't matter where your from somebody died to live
I wonder about the stories that we never get
Bout the things people did just to feed they kids
Bout the way we done made leading up to this
Not a day I don't think about the saddest shit
I lay on my bed stare at the ceiling space off
And I play with this gun in my hand
What if it bam
Honestly think it would be kinda tragic
For most of my fam
What if like damn
My girl would miss me
But I wouldn't miss not one my friends
That ain't my clique but I trip bout my bitch
And I twitch when I play with that thing in my hand
Am I wrong if I don't think about the consequence
Not many things I care about apart from this
In school I never fit, I ain't blend in with them
So I write my feelings down don't exaggerate shit
I can tell you where it got me, looking dark as a bitch
But a bitch die a thousand, and I got sum lit
Take it to the face, race roll another one quick
Fall back, I relapse, and I do it again
I lay on the bed stare at the ceiling space off
And I play with this gun in my hand
What if it bam
Honestly think it would be kinda tragic
For most of my fam
What if like damn
My girl would miss me
But I wouldn't miss not one my friends
That ain't my clique but I trip bout my bitch
And I twitch when I play with that thing in my hand