Second Child Lyrics

The second child traumatized from the past situation

Wonder why he ain't scared

And I can get any hoe with high standers

But I rather have my family instead

Thou shall not vent just go roll up yo meds

Keep ammunition my best friend dead

Run it up once run it up time ten

Mad at myself I done blew this again

Got love for my brother bitch thought we were twins

Ima run it up again

And again again and again and again

Sometime I just sit back and look I done made it

Nun Change but the date ion know why they hate me

Try me in streets altercation on pavement

Block ha off my snap she start acting to basic

No I can't go broke it's just back to the basics

Giving people hope tryna end All the racism

Only two or three niggas showed me how to get money

One gone right now and im hurt about that shit

Bitch steady calling me broke

I take care the bitch

I told the hoe gone with that shit

They aint wanna count me in

They counted me out

Now I count up by myself

Thoughts in my head exclusive

I hit the road fire up

Hit the gas by myself

Im dropping real nigga music sorry not sorry

I know you can't feel me right now

Trying my best not to lose it

Stay out my way you don't know how im

Feeling right now

Make up my mind my adrenaline go rushing

At lunch we don't speak we talk business at breakfast

Verse two so the shit getting deep

Real deep knee deep talking way to my waist line

And I got a few scars feel like I can't heal

Bet not cross that gun line

Just might be the liquor ain't pop me no pill

They try tell that boy calm down

They done back door cam

Mane this shit can't be serious

Come straight out the trenches water in my cereal

Smoke so many blunt my tunnel vision blurry

Two cases one month sewer I hate twelve period

Make my momma proud turn pain to lyrics

Ain't smiled in a while so they so I'm to serious

Heart might be to cold I'm numb to feeling

Ain't smiled in a while so they say I'm to serious

Premeditated sinning in advance forgive me

Only two or three niggas showed me how to get money

One gone right now and im hurt about that shit

Bitch steady calling me broke

I take care the bitch

I told the hoe gone with that shit

They aint wanna count me in

They counted me out

Now I count up by myself

Thoughts in my head exclusive

I hit the road fire up

Hit the gas by myself

Im dropping real nigga music sorry not sorry

I know you can't feel me right now

Trying my best not to lose it

Stay out my way you don't know how iim

Feeling right now

Make up my mind my adrenaline go rushing

At lunch we don't speak we talk business at breakfast