Look In My Eyes Lyrics

I be steady in my thoughts momma hate to see I'm falling

patch the holes up in my heart cause I can't take it when I bleed

I don't really want to talk but hope god answers when I call him

I don't really ask for much cause what I'm chasing all I need

We dreaming big I'm talking yacht so we can sail up on theses tears we be shedding, leaving here different settings

Early struggle hurt a lot and satisfaction that's a feel I'm forgetting, see the pills but won't let in

Bro pop pillies till he popped , it's the saddest nigga

Addictive habits, got a nigga spending breesh

Don't blame his mother she had kept him on a leash

But the nigga treat the world like momma left him on the streets

We dodging caskets ask homie

Homys here it's gritty keep a ratchet, jack something

Probably in the field so you should blast it,

Classic problems in the hood this shit is tragic, ashes

Bottled up and zipped up in some plastic

It's sick, prison or a cemetery nigga take your pick

You can't love her when you gone watch how they take your bitch

Always love the prison pose when we be taking flicks

Your honor please don't make it stick

It's not for me

Only dusty benches and abandoned homes

This where I fucking stand alone on baddest timing keep a watch on me

Thought this through yea I had planned this on my own

To help my family back at home yea ma and grandma did a lot for me

Love was rich, Nana's house be lit through summer cousin came for family trips

Uncle Michael passed away now all we got is fucking pics

That was grandma's youngest brother now she hurt to much to fix

I'm I'm dreaming big I'm talking yacht so we can sail up on these tears we be shedding

Leaving here different settings

Money hungry want a lot we to attached yea all these meals I'm forgetting

Pray I heal like a reverend

Drinking heavy till I drop it's the saddest nigga

Liquor habits got a nigga slurring speech

Overwhelmed so I'm concerned that I be weak

So when niggas test my heart it's hard to turn the other cheek

Yea shit get ratchet, ask brodie, knife up in the back became a hatchet

Cash hungry time to put these eggs up in a basket

Mad cold, temp dropping with the tears so keep a jacket, gas strong to bottle up this pain yea we be blasted

I'm lit, doley strong when off the E i gotta make it kick

If I roll another L the shit might make me trip

If heaven gates soon take my life I pray they make it quick before that I'ma make me rich