Stories

[Verse 1]

Yeah

My life is a maze

I done seen pain so it's harder to cry

At my lows the higher I aim

Took a star from the sky

At war with myself in the mirror

I fight here in dreams

This liquor be the only way I hide my insecurities

Maybe all of this work I put in will never stretch

Can't be this talented rapper that never sees success

I'm always working

But its cons and pros to being busy

On my biggest run I lost my bro in another city

Sometimes I sip on this boat to forget about what I go through

When I'm at my best, that's when the devil hit me the most

Family talk behind my back its hard believing with cousins

Helping hands coming from friends who secretly jealous

My mind go drunk with all of my worries

Its hard to stay optimistic

My mind's like a box in prison

Lights from the cops I'm drifting inside of this Honda Civic

Imma go to jail if they know how much I was sipping

For real nigga

[Chorus]

Sometimes I got to pour a cup

That's when my feelings spill

Just a drunk mind and sober tongue

Tired of feeling like the world is against me

I got to fight back

Just when I thought it was over life hit me right back

Tired of fake friends and greedy family

Who never gave a fuck about what I want

And only what they can get from me

Its getting hard to maintain

I sip the bottle because its hard to maintain

[Verse 2]

Uh, look

I'm driving slow

Heavy in my thoughts I need a lighter load

I go on tour then argue with my man

He want his wife at home

I write this song

An empty liquor bottle like my microphone

It's hard to trust people with my heart

That's why I hide alone

Cause most don't know how to take care of my heart

Best friends letting petty shit tear us apart

To make it worse I had two missed calls

I finally answer, its my mother

She telling me my grandfather got cancer

Militant like the panthers, been that way since in Pampers

My plan was never to work no man's [?]

I'm amped up, trips out the country we not in Tampa

We gamblers and hustlers to whatever life hands us

The world separate us by class and God separate us by sin

Road to redemption in a decorative Benz

Vision blurry, I'm accomplishing my plan

Only friend I vent to is this bottle in my hand, damn

[Chorus]

Sometimes I got to pour a cup

That's when my feelings spill

Just a drunk mind and sober tongue

Tired of feeling like the world is against me

I got to fight back

Just when I thought it was over life hit me right back

Tired of fake friends and greedy family

Who never gave a fuck about what I want

And only what they can get from me

Its getting hard to maintain

I sip the bottle because its hard to maintain