Deeper Than Words Lyrics

(We gon' be alright)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(We gon' be alright)

CruzZ

(We gon' be alright)

It gets deeper than the words that I write

I ain't sleep for seven days first time I hit the pipe

Hold up

Let me get right, let me get right

It gets deeper than the words that I write

No food in the drawers I was out in the night

Hold up

Let me get right, let me get right

It gets deeper than my words on the page

Only chaos on the block

I ain't got time to be played

But I got time to get paid

On my mind it's just money

I ain't got time to be late

I got the nine on my waist

These niggas know how I be movin I got ice like I skate

Watch me eatin' up the beat like it was rice on the plate

Shawty wanna be my meat I hit her twice, I ain't stay

All the benefits I reap are only mine for today

All the girls with daddy issues

All the guys with broken spirits

I make this song for you when you be feelin' a way

I done dodged too many tissues

dodgin' death and I don't fear it

I'm smokin' on the weed to help me deal with the pain

I'm for real when I say

I was homeless for a while But I made my own way

Lost some homies to a trial and they all went away

And I might be in denial, Cause I miss them

But I know that I ain't trippin

I just listen like

It gets deeper than the words that I write

Niggas dissin' in they songs

Till they come take your life

Hold up

Let me get right, let me get right

It gets deeper than the words that I write

My homie caught a body

right in front of my eyes

Hold up

Let me get right, let me get right

I think our culture got us fucked up

Fake gangbangers and fake chains on busters

Fake lashes, fake ass how can I trust her

Wake the masses I'm back, Shout out the gutter

Slick as butter

Man, I used to be a motherfucker

Up the cutter

I don't plan to hear another mutter

From another mother, who had struggled

So I learned to hustle

Mental state is strong

Droppin' bones

So they won't recover

I was rippin' bong

When I got stopped by an undercover

I was writin' songs

When he got dropped by another brother

Another mother

Dealin' with the pain

Of losin' a son

Community and chains

Ain't no games

They movin' with guns

His little brother took a bullet

And he flew with rage

He ain't wanna wait

For karma to work its ways

I can't blame him

Cause for me it would be the same

Fuckin' with my family

I send you to an early grave

It gets deeper than the words that I write

Keep the team on my back

I ain't losin' a fight

Smokin' green in the trap

I don't care about the hype

Only thing that I be thinkin

Is will I be alright

Hold up

It gets deeper

Than the words that I write

Sippin' Hennessy

And smokin

Someone pass me the light

Might just crash on the bike

Through the dash at the light

It gets deeper

Than you thinkin

When I'm gone I'll be right

Yeah