Immenso Dolore Lyrics

The stu is real smokey but the only fire biting is inside me and it's redder then hot coal

Ofcourse I'm spitting fire but my cup with water stone be keeping me froze

I treat my women like my sisters, they never just hoes

Tears fall when I hear songs that I wrote with my dad

I won't ever come to terms that there's no bringing him back

I lied and told you that I'm good but I'm so fucken angry

How the fuck He take my nigga on the day that he had me

Daddy I hope you're high up in the sky I'm smoking more than what you'd like

So I don't have to die for us to meet again

Wanting to thank you for all the lessons that you taught me

Money couldn't play the part of making me the man you did

But maybe its gon feel better flying to my posie in a choppa In the richest of burbs

I'm coming up papa ,slowly but surely

Sometimes I think that it's early,the gas been keeping me birdy

I fuck around and turn the snakes into worms

Gun of my genius in my hand the glizzys fully loaded

One's with so many zeros the IT boys could code it

After twenty I'm out of twelve years of slavery

All I really learned is all that suit and tie shit ain't for me

Nothing could stop me I'm talking break down, handbrake up

My face will hit the ground though if I leave it up to trust

So I trust no one and nothing swear I hardly even trust myself

Cuz I'm the nigga hating on me but out here I'm acting tuff

Sometimes I hit em with a fake smile And a nod

Holding back there's tears be getting kinda hard

Down on my knees I ask for guidance from the lord

But lately I been feeling like my god don't get involved

I been reading Lotta books looking for words to put in songs

I read inside the good book that you hurt before you ball

Right now I'm hurting badly so I guess I'll never fall

But I guess we never know

Rolling rolling

Just to keep me

Going going

Fill my cup with

Potion

Going through the

Motions

Shit

Been

Tough, I never show it

Smoke a little cough so I can keep myself in focus

I look around and everyone's so sad

Know I'd be lying if I told you that it's not that bad

Really hate seeing my sister cry

Said things will get better but I know it was just a lie

This one of those things you just can't deal with and put behind

Gotta feel the pain and if you cry that is not a crime

My brother been really quiet

He been like that all his life

Nigga that's my day one know I got him by my side

I hope he always know that he my Gazi, my Slime

And maybe he gon open up one day on his own time

I know that it's my time

TwoTone AP always moving twelve but I'm watching my six

Don't care bout bein in no cliques

Don't care bout bein in the Mix

Just want me a maybach to play all my music

And when I get it gotta make sure that I never lose it

Biggest boss up in this bitch that's shit you gotta be be cool with

I'm the guy they gonna tell their children they were in school with

Niggas talking cap a lot but me I've never been fluent

My dawg I actually can prove it

They really steps that I tooked

I open up to my notes why I never needed a shrink

As soon I vent to a human they find it harder to blink

Leave their eyes wide

Cuz shit I ain't no stranger to hard times

Driven by success and it's full tank

Prepared to do the work that some my peers see as hard graft

Whatever's got to do with the hard math, that's my path

Whatever's got to do with the hard math, that's my path

Rolling rolling

Just to keep me

Going going

Fill my cup with

Potion

Make me feel the

Motions

Shit

Been

Tough, I never show it

Smoke a little cough so I can keep myself in focus

I look around and everyone's so sad

Know I'd be lying if I told you that it's not that bad

Guide me lord as I walk through the valley of death

It's where they jump to my songs

And where I'm getting my bread

I'd rather trap but I'll just do this instead

Cuz heartbreak just doesn't come with a med

Remember being told at six that life ain't ever been fair

Accept, get better, stay prepared for the next

My nigga Skinny told me homie this shit comes to the best

Told him my nigga say less, slatt

The stu is real smokey Lotta tress burning

Birds chirping, my dogs out

My music even play at your mom house

On your sisters speaker

Fire alarm go beserking, the speaker turned to heater

I hope it doesn't get you meaner

(Put you in a bad deminer)

AP