Homcide Story Lyrics

When I tell all my bros I love them, I really mean it

But I'm going though some pain in my chest, I just gotta sit

Goin' through depression, yeah, you know I need to beat it

For me to talk to you, recognize myself, I need a bit

Tryin' to be myself outside, thinkin' to myself, who am I

Tryin' to find some real insight, thinkin' am I even qualified to live

Can't think to myself, to my mind, so occupied

Goin' through depression, I don't wanna be that guy

Tryin' to be the best of me, yeah, I already tried

Talkin' to the demons in my head, they in my head and they always tellin' me hi

Mama told me I'ma be fine, that's a lie

Devil tryna take my soul, he tryna buy

I know if I die, it's gon' be hard to say goodbye

Mama, I got way too many reasons to cry

Tears on her face from my homicide

Her son was roaming at night

To live he was feeling unqualified

People hated him on the backside

He had some ops, Kept it on the down low

He was a real good dude got depression, never show

You don't know what he been through, depression, he never outgrew

Deal cocaine, but it's still some money that he owe

You should know, the streets roll cold like some snow

If they catch him, they will shoot him in his dome

He cannot go, how not even his home

Late night, he was feeling depressed, so he just roamed

He saw a car pullin' up real fast

The color of the car was lookin' like a good chrome

The opposition realized he's on his own

They rolled out the window, yelled his name with a tone

Glock got shot right in his backbone

Two weeks later, now he got a whole stone

It was hard for his mama to cope, that he gone

His mama crying on his stone

His mama got left alone

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

When I tell all my bros I love them, I really mean it

But I'm going through some pain in my chest, I just gotta say it

Goin' through depression, yeah, you know I need to beat it

For me to talk to you, recognize myself, I need a bit

Tryna find myself outside, thinkin' to myself, who am I

Tryna find some real insight, thinkin' am I even qualified to live

Can't think to myself, to my mind, so occupied