Grey Skies

Nights like this

I'm lost in my head

Thinking bout the days I stumbled on and left them for dead

Bottles of Henny pouring down replace the tears that I shed

My momma tired from the trauma now she run to the meds

But

Never worry madre mia you never lost me

Middle fingers to the niggas that done crossed me

I'm too on these niggas can never off me

I take losses but rebound it just like Barkley

I was cut from the cloth you claim falsely