Write About Us 'Left To Write Remix'

I never be the same no more

Don't give a fuck about this pain no more

I be goin through it

I never be the same no more

Don't give a fuck about this pain no more

I be gettin through it

AK's and Glock 40's ain't nothin on my block boring

Same crime happen in the night can happen bright early in the morning

This ain't how its supposed to be but its real life and y’all all know it

Wanna blame music for all the killing and lock us up we ain't goin for it

My day dreams be nightmares

Cops yellin hands in the air

They don't know if I'm right or wrong but deep down they don't really care

Been a long time since I shed a tear

Still wish my brother was still here

Still wish my cousin was still here

Should I thank god that I'm still here?

They said we need it right and you’re the only one we trust

So promise that you’ll write about us

(givem something to write about)

Don’t get me started Ill clear the party

Bet you never seen this many dead bodies

AR's Ill air em out

Killers with me Ill lettem out

Fuckem all well leavem dead give mlive somethin to write about

Money on his head he ain't even see it comin that's the real definition of a dead man walkin

Off top I spark no need for talkin so cut it short

Ball onem don't need a court

Whippin, scales Pyrex and forks

Hit the club just to pop some corks

I was in the streets you was on the porch

Risk taker I know the source

Interstates and airports

Drug lords just have that money or your ass is out like the landlord

Grind mode I stand for it

Get blow is the name for it

Whip game till my wrist sore

In the kitchen I get more

True to life I got thugs with me

No felonies but got guns with me

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Came out talkin about crime they said that I was fakin

Then I went to jail I wasn’t fake but they kept hatin

I put a microscope on a city they didn't care about

Why was I surprised when critics didn't care for what I put out?

So this ain't for the editors

This is for the predators

The 50 some odd men in the bullpen

Arrested at the airport supposed to be in London

They said we fucked it up and that our careers were done then

Meanwhile I'm embraced by the worlds waste

We share the same tattoos all in the database

They carve my words on the walls in their cells

They said “It doesn’t take the pain away but it helps”

So this ain't for your column

I solemnly swore to my city and its people that I got em

I'm more comfortable in the cage than on the stage

What the fuck would you do if you were in my place?

Would you just ignore them and not mention the place?

And turn your back on them and let the world forget their names

When all they ever wanted was for you to achieve fame

And tell their story for them cuz they knew they would be slain

Sad part about it is I told someone else to tell mine

Cuz growin up as a kid all I pictured was my dyin

And how Ive made it this far you gotta believe in luck

Cuz how I'm livin lately its like I don't give a fuck

And Ive been shot up and stabbed up and thrown into the cell

And I beat all the odds that said I wouldn't live to tell

And now I'm tellin the whole world what life is like in hell

And I haven't made it out I'm still knee deep in gunshells

And casings and cases I caught cuz I wouldn't tell

Industry looks at me like I'm a hard sell

And often I wanna kill myself I don't know why I'm waitin

Things I'm supposed to love and care about I feel are quickly fading

But its only me that's changing, no one can take a thing from me

And I've taken human lives and Ive used it to make money

So next time you say you’re a monster you better think twice

Cuz you can take your masks off I wear these scars for life

And if I come off like a man know that I'm just playing nice

And if I come off like I understand know were nothing alike

I was the man you are now as a kid

And the thing I am right now I can't explain what it is

But if you were me and they were shootin for your head

And you kept a loaded gun to prevent your own death

And you lived on the run wanted by the law

Cuz crimes you committed to survive were never ever solved

And when you closed your eyes you saw kids being killed

It's not fantasies its memories of kids being killed

What would you write about in your songs?

When all you see is dead friends and get prison calls all day long

These motherfuckers want the knife blade in their rib cage

If they catch me on the wrong day

Meet me middle of the night in the cold and ice

And neither of us leave unless its with the others life