Left Lonely ft. Bishop Osei Lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah

They say

Keep your friends close

And enemies closer

Keep your head on a swivel

With your neck above shoulders

And regardless of the outcome

Better keep your composure

If they see you slip, then they slide

That's when it's over I swear

That's one of many reasons

I'm barely sober

Get high as Jehovah

I'm sorry momma

I need this toaster

For this bread on me

Cause if I'm left lonely

Pray someday

I don't become my homie's dead homie, yeah

Hot in these streets

So in the crib's where I stay

You would think these boys dog catchers

Ways that's they be catching these strays

If ain't no heat around

The curbs might be straight

But wait, don't cross that street

While they're moving that weight

Been checking my back every step

Even my rear views

And if I ever get them racks

I probably won't get near you

Eat or be eaten

And to be honest I be scared to

It's either that or starve

Because these niggas here don't share food

I don't make the rules

Are you a leader or you follow

That's a big ass pill to swallow

Make a quick decision now

Or they go hit you by tomorrow

Help you see the vision

Or the mission is to get some goggles

Can't you see it's easier to hit a lick

Than the lotto

It's a cold world with cold ass rain

Get soaked for the water

Get smoked for a chain

I would make a suggestion

But who am I to say?

If you see some shit that ain't your business

Stay inside your lane, yeah

Keep your friends close

And enemies closer

Keep your head on a swivel

With your neck above shoulders

And regardless of the outcome

Better keep your composure

If they see you slip, then they slide

That's when it's over I swear

That's one of many reasons

I'm barely sober

Get high as Jehovah

I'm sorry, momma

I need this toaster

For this bread on me

Cause if I'm left lonely

Pray someday

I don't become my homie's dead homie, yeah

I sit in silence as I jot from the dome

This like the closest thing to hell

But still we calling it home

I try to focus on the brighter side

But nowadays you got to clutch

To pump your gas

If you relax then

You might still get blindsided

I'm cruising down the I-55

To clear my mind

If heaven was a mile away

How quick would you arrive?

I'd probably hit that bitch in record time

Cause I done tried

Man, I done tried until I can't no more

I took the road less travelled

It's cold as hell but I reach

Im trying to stay up out the mix

Cause niggas grasp at your feet

To pull you down to a level

That you feel is beneath

Won't say I'm better than you

But I know I'm better than I used to be

Cause truthfully that's all I'm really aiming for

I'm staying in my lane

I'm chain smoking evading wars

I said I'll play my part

I never said I'll play the pawn

So watch your 6

Cause niggas quick to try and play you

Like they favorite song

They say

Keep your friends close

And enemies closer

Keep your head on a swivel

With your neck above shoulders

And regardless of the outcome

Better keep your composure

If they see you slip, then they slide

That's when it's over I swear

That's one of many reasons

I'm barely sober

Get high as Jehovah

I'm sorry momma

I need this toaster

For this bread on me

Cause if I'm left lonely

Pray someday

I don't become my homie's

Dead homie, yeah