Chronicles Lyrics

My nigga killed himself, I heard he did it all about a bitch

Need something real, cause everything around me seeming counterfeit

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout no money, I don't politic

Can't stand no dumb bitch, don't come around, you ain't got common sense

When money call my phone, I gotta go, I got no time to chill

Them niggas did me wrong, but that's cool, I ain't got no time for them

Smokin' on this pressure, help a nigga boost his confidence

Shorty did me wrong, so she could never hit my line again

Once that feeling gone, you could never get that vibe again

Said I can't even lie, that shot was fire and I was slidin' in

I can't get caught up, cause lil' bitch, you be on that toxic shit

I can't play no games with you bitches, I'm tryna double in

Once I'm gone, there ain't no comin' back, bitch, you can't fuck again

My nigga died, he left me all alone, now I can't smile again

You don't know about this pain I got, because I hold it in

Been tryna find myself, cause I been on that dark road again

I've been poppin' pills, I've been drinkin' on them 4's again

Can't trust no hoe again, all I got is bro and them

Been grippin' on them poles, won't leave my home without that 30 stick

All my niggas is dead, I'm ridin' around on that lol uzi shit

Take one to the head, rather be dead before I ever snitch

I done came up out the gutter, with my mud brothers

I remember days in the trenches when we ain't had none

I was bustin' bags for them niggas that never gave me none

Quit to give these bitches the scissors, you try to play me dumb

Said there ain't no layin' up, I just want my paper up

Lately I've been trippin', situations got me tearin' up

Smokin' on gelati just to help me get my spirit up

Lately in the mood, so it's been hard for me to get it up

Demons on my shoulders tellin' me that I ain't good enough

Decent with that head game, but lil' bitch, you ain't used to spit enough'

Been through so much drama in my life that I can't give a fuck

Claimin' that you ridin', you gotta improve that shit to slide with us

If you ain't the gang, don't come around, you can't get high with us

Been grippin' on that thing, I bust your brain, you try to lie on us

My nigga took them charges for his brother, he ain't tell on' me

Been trippin' lately, I been feelin' just like Bill Bellamy

That pussy voodoo, feelin' like she just put a spell on me

Let me hit it from the back if that cat ain't got no smell on it

All my windows tinted, bitch, I'm ridin' like the president

Claimin' that you ridin', but you lied and I expect that

Since they killed my cousin, everything feel like a death trap

How the fuck you strappin'? You ain't get the chance to bust back

You was with your niggas for some reason, I can't accept that

Everything around me lately just been feelin' suspect