Can It Be ft. Nasier Dean Lyrics

Ayo!

What's good my nigga, Raisin? how you?

My boyyyyy Nas Dean!

I'm good bro

Tryna stay alive

Shit, I feel you my nigga

This shit been crazy out here

Why you think this shit so fucked up?

Damn, I wish I knew but to be real

What it could be?

Let me tell 'em

Wake up in the morning

Don't know what

I'm 'bout to eat

Hurt inside

But I'm way too filled wit' pride

To show defeat

Same fit for some weeks

I'm lying

Maybe for some months

I wanna cry

But I can't weep

Nigga

I just wanna stunt

My pockets got me thinking

"Should I rob this nigga wit' the pump"

Pistol whip his shit

Until my pockets thick

Professor Clump

I won't never tell a lie

This is not the life I want

But I need that shit by any means

My nigga

I can't front

Uh

Nobody to vent to

Can't even talk to my momma

Doe

Depression been kicking in

Feeling all of this trauma

Hoe

They tell me keep my head up

Get my bread up

This is how it go

Will I live to see another day?

My nigga

I don't know

Tryna tell y'all

I'm so fed up

Why this life feel like a set up

Look my baby cousin's in his eyes

I know that I can't let up

Every time I hear 'em cry

That remind me never to give up

Listen

Can it be? (Can it be?)

Is this the life you really made for me? (Really made for me)

I'm living off broken memories (Memories)

I been drowning all my problems with this Hennessy (With this Hennessy)

Can it be? (With this Hennessy)

Can it be? (Can it be?)

Can it be? (Can it be?)

Is this the life you really made for me? (Made for me)

I'm living off of broken memories (Memories)

Can it be

Can it

Be

Look

Everyday

I'm traumatized

I'm living where the trauma lies

Rock 'em on shirt

They not surprised

When they mama cry

Splitting dominos

Up on the block

We use to rationalize

Selling out of tree

Where oldhead

Be selling beanie pies

Plotting ways

Gonna turn to

Mobbing ways

So every day

I pray

Glock a semi

But it's automatic

When the switch in play

Never change

I always been the same

My mama taught me that

If I take a L

I keep my head up

When I'm walking back

Nigga

I been grinding for a minute

No stopping even when finish

This weed helping replenish

My thoughts

And bad decisions

I was focused on some bitches

Before upping my digits

And I never missed a practice

I was stressing for them minutes

I can't miss a second now

I'm doing overtime

You see resting

Not in my preference now

If I take a break or crash out

I'm letting family down

Glad I'm living better now

If the game is on the line

I'ma run it like fourth and down

Uh

Yea

Uh

Can it be? (Can it be)

Is this the life you really made for me (Is this the life you really made for me)

I can give 'em less

But I want more can it be (I can give them less)

I'ma keep my foot up on the gas

Since it's meant for me (Since it's meant for me)

Can it be?

Can it

Can it

Can it be (Can it can it)

Is this the life you really made for me (Is this the life you really made for me)

I can give 'em less

But I want more can it be

Can it be (I want more)

I'ma keep my foot up on the gas

Since it's meant for me

Can it be (Meant for me)