Dead End Lyrics

Going down a dead end

When will the good time begin

Miss my friends

Try to smile but I can't win

Filled wit sin

Chilling in my brown skin

All good times got to end

Niggas don't want to see me grin

They want to see me way down

Ain't flipping burgers, but I got a crown

Think I'm tripping, don't make a sound

Finna spray this bitch, better hit that ground

Guess what

Still don't give a shit

Doing all these drugs

Need to catch a grip

But I got a clip like a banana

Givin out gift like I'm Santa

Where is Pranca

From Bama and I got the hamma

Find that hoe and you know I'm going to ram her

Call up josh and we going to Atlanta

Clip that bitch, think she a dancer

Hit a one-eighty , she just a scammer

I can't do that

Can't peruse that

She pulled up, hatchback

Said she had a hellcat

She said take me away

Can't do it anymore

Now she crying on floor

Say she stranded, no floor

Can't help myself

Even though I still try

Do my best not to cry

But on real, just want to die

Got to get up

If I don't, then who will

Smokin this shit, can't feel

Yea we got problems, Dr.Phil

Go see a therapist

More like a death wish

Got scars on my wrist

Looking at me like a terrorist

Neck on froze

People hating like I suck toes

But I got my bros

Mixing this shit, don't overdose

If I do than it's no worry

Shooting from a far like curry

Time is ticking and I'm a hurry

To the dust, don't bury

Grave on grave

People dying too soon

New headline every afternoon

From the dead, this shit a cartoon

Going down a dead end

When will the good time begin

Miss my friend

Try to smile but I can't win

Filled wit sin

Chilling in my brown skin

All the good times got to end

Niggas don't want to see me grin

See me win

Don't want to see me

See me win

Filled wit sin

Filled wit sin

Chilling in my brown skin

All good times got to end

Niggas don't want to see me grin