Missing The Old Me

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Zy Guuwop

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You niggas dont know me
Dont call me your brodie
I could only show love
To the fam and dam homies
If i gave u my trust and
My heart them u owe me
I had went through
Rain and storm
By my doley
Streets changed my Life
I be missing the old me
You gone stick by
My side is tf
You had told me
I dont care about
Much cuz my daughter
My trophy
Abusing these drugs
Pray ro god
I dont od
I dont kno
How to feel
I dont got no
More feelings
Im so stuck
Inna trenches
Just think
about killing
They gone judge
How i move but dont
Care how im living
straight from
The bottom breaking
Right through the ceiling
All this pain
Tht i got they
Dont know what
I deal wit
If a nigga test
Me then we gone
Leave his wig split
They try to
Be down when a
Young nigga get litt
Im not here the fame
Im just tryna get
Big rich
Being broke
Inna trenches
U want more
then u got
Life start turning
After ice had
Got shot
All that pain
As a child
Its gone stay
Till i rot
Tht shit keep
Me on point
When i swerve
Inna drop
Keep clutching
My 9
My hand stuck
To the glock
Cuz they see
Me go up
And they stay
Tryna plot
Only trust in
My gun its protecting
My spot
Imma always stay me
cant be someone
Im not
Seee the fake in
They eyes when they
Telling me lies
Them niggas not down
When they say they
Gone ride
Pump faking they
Moves when its
Time they gone hide
I be ready to
Slide wit this anger
Inside
Imma die for
For respect what
They fail to realize
Reminiscing the bodies
We seen
Hommicides
Its hard having
Money when u been
Traumatized
Never fold on my
Brothers im always
Gone slide
You niggas dont know me
Dont call me your brodie
I could only show love
To the fam and dam homies
If i gave u my trust and
My heart them u owe me
I had went through
Rain and storm
By my doley
Streets changed my Life
I be missing the old me
You gone stick by
My side is tf
You had told me
I dont care about
Much cuz my daughter
My trophy
Abusing these drugs
Pray ro god
I dont od
I dont kno
How to feel
I dont got no
More feelings
Im so stuck
Inna trenches
Just think
About killing
They gone judge
How i move but dont
Care how im living
Straight from
The bottom breaking
Right through the ceiling
All this pain
Tht i got they
Dont know what
I deal wit
If a nigga test
Me then we gone
Leave his wig split
They try to
Be down when a
Young nigga get litt
Im not here the fame
Im just tryna get
Big rich
Being broke
Felt the worst
Im forgiving
The past
I was down
On my ass
When im up
I dont brag
I had holes
In my clothes
Now i stay
Poppin taggs
Moving up
To the top
They try puttin
Me last
We dont stop
We on go
Give af boutta light
Niggas filled wit the hate
N try taking
My Life
Any chance tht
I get bitch im
Rolling tht dice
Streets got me
Cold like a pack
Full of ice
Live a fast
Life pray to
God i dont crash
They gone show
How they feel when u
Start getting cash
Ever did me too
Wrong now u
Stuck inna past
No point to
Show love
Because shit
Never last
Gotta family of mine
I got people to feed
No waisting my time
Riya pending on me
Im not look for smoke
But not asking for peace
If my opps try
To slide leave em
Dead onna street
We always stay
Focused so dont
Try to creep
I been feelin
Anemic so i stay
Wit my heat
Let it known
I need saving
When those
Times had got hard
They ignored
Every word
They didnt
Want to respond
I was fighting the
Pain but tht
Shit left me scarred
I was standing
10 toes when they all
Felt apart
Now im worried
Bout mine no
One getting involved
See my daughter
Through FaceTime
That shit feeling odd
You niggas dont know me
Dont call me your brodie
I could only show love
To the fam and dam homies
If i gave u my trust and
My heart them u owe me
I had went through
Rain and storm
By my doley
Streets changed my Life
I be missing the old me
You gone stick by
My side is tf
You had told me
I dont care about
Much cuz my daughter
My trophy
Abusing these drugs
Pray ro god
I dont od
I dont kno
How to feel
I dont got no
More feelings
Im so stuck
Inna trenches
Just think about killing
They gone judge
How i move but dont
Care how im living
straight from
The bottom breaking
Right through the ceiling
All this pain
Tht i got they
Dont know what
I deal wit
If a nigga test
Me then we gone
Leave his wig split
They try to
Be down when a
Young nigga get litt
Im not here the fame
Im just tryna get
Big rich

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