RoxkOutKapone - Notice (feat. GGA JJCity) Lyrics

(So long, farewell, is she really made for me, well I guess that only God can tell)
(Kept it real and it was fine right in front of me)
Came a long way from gunfights and dope fiends
Brodie a Swing the door and go to shoot like he Kobe

I pray to God I don't go back to the old me but,
I was taught to never let a nigga hoe me
So long, farewell, is she really made for me, well I guess that only God can tell
Kept it real when they was plotting right in front of me

08/11 lost my sister
The only one that kept me focused
My brother died cause of these pills
Gotta find a different way of coping

I keep my heart up on my sleeve
Try not to put it in the open
They say i'm tripping, keep it real
Just really want for them to notice me

When I pull up inside that Benz
Bey everybody gonna know (its me)
Tryna leave the streets alone that shit been really getting old (to me)
Told me you'd be here forever I ain't expected to let go of me

Gotta hold on me, baby, let go of me
Can't believe I really bought all that shit that you had sold (to me)
Tell me that you love me, all the sudden you would act so very cold (to me)
Gotta remember all the things that my big brother them had told (to me)

I was taught to stand on business
It ain't never been no hoe in me
When it get rough just let me know if you gon' stand with me
Gotta keep my glizzy tucked cause I know niggas wanna blame me

I just do this out of love, don't give a f*ck about no grammy
Talk to my father up above, the only one who understand my
All the glory be to god cause he the reason why I'm still here
I could've died so many times, but boy, I'm still here

Took so many losses in these streets, we shedded real tears
Remember my lil' homie died until this day, some shit I still feel
So long, farewell
Is she really made for me

Well, I guess that only God can tell
Kept it real when they was plotting right in front of me
I never really notice
Niggas was down and ain't nobody had no sympathy

Mama and daddy still ain't want me home
It was back to the streets
I was at home, still feel like I ain't here no more
I do it all again by myself, so nigga, don't feel bad for me

Don't feel bad for anything, this shit just made me stronger
Sometimes I feel like I can't hold any longer
They done stabbed me in the back so much, I can't bleed any longer
And the trauma tells me, like, I don't see my eyes

Sometimes I wanna die, but I'm already dying from this living
Niggas be faking bogus, cut them off, cause I ain't trippin'
They say my expectations too high, I knew that you would dip
Yeah, it hurt like hell, but my heart went ahead and took that distance

Mm-mm, mm-mm
Heart damage, but it ain't broke
I hurt so much, my heart turned cold
I wonder if they know

Been wondering if this a place that I can call home
But I don't know, I'm all alone
You ain't show up when I was down, babe
Mama, don't cut my phone

All y'all niggas, cause they broke on my soul
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Yeah
Mm-mm