I Can't Lyrics

I can't even die at this point

I'm thinking about this shit it's got me rolling on a joint

This shit I'm going through has got me feeling all alone

I don't fuck with none nigga, don't nobody call my phone

I be fucking bad bitches then I put it in a song

Looking for mad riches and it's still ain't enough

Scamming and scheming and all the above

The reaper try to get me but he failed on the job

It's like shit when you spinning trying to hit on the opp

Trying to put him to the dust trying to send them to the top

Grim reaper on my back and he's running through my block

Saw death when I saw that nigga Cane getting shot

30 plus on a car, It's still ain't enough

Go broke on my mama Imma still run it up

(Mama, imma still run it up go broke I'm on my mama still run it up)

I pulled up in a demon, hoping God could forgive

Everyday we sining, that's the way that I live

Fuck another bitch, doing other shit

Some niggas want me dead so I ride with a stick but it wasn't that

For where I've been, I ain't think I was coming back

I lost a bag and I got me another bag

I wrecked my car then I bought another car, but I wrecked another car and this shit keeps on running back

I lost my dawg and I know he ain't coming back

And I wanna thank God for my family

'Cause when you down you gone know who your frenemies

Who going to ride, who going to slide, who gone run away?

And I'm here, got to leave to see another day

You let me go three times I don't know what to say

Imma be ok

Got voices in my head saying you're going to be great

Yeah, this is some real shit man speaking from the heart

Feel like I'm the chosen one, feel like I'm here for a reason, I'm here for a purpose

Because the shit I've been through I seen niggas go thru the same situation and never made it out

I done made it three times, it's got to be God

I'm here for a reason and I can't go until I fill it.

I can't even die at this point

I'm thinking about this shit it's got me rolling on a joint

This shit I'm going through has got me feeling all alone

I don't fuck with none nigga, don't nobody call my phone

I be fucking bad bitches then I put it in a song

Looking for mad riches and it's still ain't enough

Scamming and scheming and all the above

The reaper try to get me but he failed on the job

It's like shit when you spinning trying to hit on the opp

Trying to put him to the dust trying to send them to the top

Grim reaper on my back and he's running through my block

Saw death when I saw that nigga Cane getting shot

30 plus on a car, It's still ain't enough

Go broke on my mama Imma still run it up

(Mama, imma still run it up go broke I'm on my mama still run it up)