Lyrics:
Broken
Like I've been dealing with the Trauma
And everybody says all you have is Drama
I don't know if that's really the cool Thing to say
I don't
Dracula, yeah
I swear the killer whales that chill out in the back know I'm a killer,
They done seen me take all of my Silver Back from that Gorilla
I told
play
[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever)
lived right
Some would call me a cheat call me a liar
Say that I've been defeated by the basest desired
Yes I have strayed and succumbed to my vices
There's chaos on the main road
They called choppers and PEDs
All because of some shit that you said
I got killers with me (killers with me)
And they
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
in
All the things I've seen would turn a theist, atheist
I didn't get 99 marks in English, I was faking it
I got 98 'cause I don't know what
about it, oh
'Cause all my life I've been struggling and stressing
That's why I come up in this bitch with aggression
Where I'm from, niggas, every
you love me,
Do you know the things I've done?
When you know the things I've done?
After everything I've done,
Did I learn to say that I'm sorry,
Did
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
noticing things you had done
I been seeing the signs as they come
Breaking my heart you a killer of love
I wasn’t ready for all I dreamed of
But I tried
as what they seem
And you would cry from things that I've seen
You would cry from the things that I've seen
You would cry from the things that's been done
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Bad things, a lot of bad things
All my bridges burned and I got no strings
I've done
Bad things, a lot of bad things
Bad things
fucking know
I’ve been misused I’ve been betrayed shit I done been through it before
Man I use to be on go
Screaming I want all the smoke
But when they
a time machine
I'd of done 'em differently
Oh but now I see that I just can't see
What to blame and what to credit
There's just no way you can edit
done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'mma catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like
know I never faked it cause I've got these faces
Yeah yeah
Thought I was done I know I'm not
I fought it all along I Just got shot
Feel like a pimple
out?
I've been too high to try
Everyday, pass me by
And every single thing I've done
I've done it wrong
And you look in my eyes
Like I wasted
like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
And makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer
(It's)
from that storm that's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done
I
Drop that beat, it's the truth
You don't know what you have until you lose it
I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my
doing my thing, i'll be keeping a buck
Fifty percent chance all of y'all gon' hate me
But you should also note that
Hating costs a damn fee!
But when I
hangin' by one of my puppet strings
Couple things that you mother fuckers probably struggling to understand
That in this game, only the toughest win
So all
from the hood too long
A lot of things have changed
Since you've been gone
I done been locked and jocked for
The shit I've been claimin'
All that
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