Note to 16 ft. Werdoe Lyrics

I'm missing what I had, I'm all up in my thoughts I'm gettin' sad, I need a bag, wish I had my dad but he dipped on me packed his bags,

I stuck up in a house that's fallin' on me and its bad, I can't do nothing bout it so I'm really gettin' mad, goin 90 in my head but on the outside ima crash, feel like I'm in a hearse,

I need some church, pray back to the time, I was spitting rhymes, not makin' a dime, and still waitin' to shine,

Livin' in the crib alone since I was a Jhit, but I'm living in a zoo and my mama don't give a shit,

so I'm livin' every day I'm tryin' roll me a spliff, I need a bitch, but those niggas suck you dry for you kids, it makes me sick,

cuz livin' in the burg a trick, niggas talk and worry bout your life it don't make no sense,

why niggas chattin' on me like I'm not the top of the list, I'm number 7 yea lil nigga I'm the child of 5th, wait.

I'm missing what I had, I'm all up in my thoughts I'm gettin' sad, I need a bag, wish I had my dad but he dipped on me packed his bags,

I stuck up in a house that's fallin' on me and its bad, I can't do nothing bout it so I'm really gettin' mad, goin 90 in my head but on the outside ima crash, feel like I'm in a hearse,

I need some church, pray back to the time, I was spitting rhymes, not makin' a dime, and still waitin' to shine.

I'm all up in my thoughts, bet y'all didn't know I'm like this cuz I barely fuckin talk, remember I was with Cflocka we having chats while on a walk,

niggas don't know the real, but we got it from the moss, ain't talkin dirt already tossed.

Rapping so lyrical that they thought I was on dental floss, cannot wait until the day that I don't say how much does this cost,

keep on going neva giving up cuz I'm afraid of lost, wish I was in Miami and not have a fuckin thought

I'm missing what I had, I'm all up in my thoughts I'm gettin' sad, I need a bag, wish I had my dad but he dipped on me packed his bags,

I stuck up in a house that's fallin' on me and its bad, I can't do nothing bout it so I'm really gettin' mad, goin 90 in my head but on the outside ima crash, feel like I'm in a hearse,

I need some church, pray back to the time, I was spitting rhymes, not makin' a dime, and still waitin' to shine.