Breanna Lyrics

How you say you love me then gave up on me and spoke less of me

Fuck that nigga I should've stepped on em

A lot of pain inside I can't get it out

Lost inside the hood but where would I be if I made it out?

The shit I think about crying at my bedside because the death I've witnessed

You ever lost your brother to that prison system?

Dog this shit get wicked don't you piss me off

Three gun charges in a year somebody tipped em off

I got so close this last time choppa would've sent em off

I got to ball my kids they need it all

It's some shit don't feel the same the faint feeling falls

You ever feel you need somebody don't give the same feelings?

I shed tears writing these raps I put my soul to it

Know most of us go through it

You can pop that door to it

This that never sell my soul music

On Eastside

I still miss my girl because I know I did her wrong yea

I still get on these beats and I murder these songs yea

I been stepping by myself nigga I been on my own yea

Prison phones I'm a long way from home

A long way from home yea

Yea yea