Walk Wit Me Lyrics

I'ma need you to talk to me, better yet come have a walk with me

Cause I don't see in you what used to put the spark in me, and now I'm asking you to walk with me and talk With me, awkwardly, I've been in my thoughts lately, 27 and got no babies, a couple ladies I done drove crazy, And when they done they always tell me how they soul hate me, damn, they always tell me how they so hate me

I try to laugh it off but they never backing off, the next day I'll be back for more, I put my hood on my back and Now my back is sore, a lot of niggas showing love but it's fake though, they call you bro but they hate though, And when you eating everybody wants your plate bro, when I was starving all they had to say was wait bro, Damn, all they had to say was wait bro

You see, and I ain't cry when my pops died, but I'm hurting ain't no painkillers working, feel like I was left And deserted, stress feeling nervous, he in somebody earned and I'm just being earnest, a mind like a crib that Just got refurbished, in with the new and out with the old shit, had a house full so I was barely noticed, didn't Have a wardrobe I was wearing nelson old shyt

Got tired and they hand me down, I grabbed a gun and tried to jam a clown, got me in a pen wearing hand me Down, damn, nobody hear me now, first call no answer, second call hello, fucking voicemail, third call I really Hope they picking up, so I can tell them how I'm feeling bro, like, like, just tell me what it really is, I call your Phone and you ig the shit, 21 minutes to tell you how I'm feel and shit, but you acting mad ignorant, bitch, you Really

Acting mad ignorant, how you say that you gon' ride for me, you even cried for me, but it was fake so in the End I guess you lied to me, bitch, I guess you lied to me, for real, yeah, and how I feel I hope your car crash, I Hope your face run straight into your board dash, I mean dashboard, you really asked for it, a lot of pain I been Going through, demons I been dealing with, yeah they hear my pain but they don't really feel this shit, I don't Say much, I don't really pray much, cause a lot of shit I know I'm taking to this grave bro

And five years I know I'm getting my weight up, I saw it coming I felt like I had to wait up, bags under my eyes The nights I stayed up, missing my mom, itching my palm to get this paper up, I remember when five bands Was a lot to me, splurging, like a nigga hit the lottery, until that bread got low I had to buy the meat, couple Dollars short so I felt like I gotta eat, no hustle so I started catching robberies, quick switch up, hoodie on in the Winter, clutching my arms, gun in my palm feeling like Bishop

Moms couldn't control me my bitch don't console me, my mans was moving grams so they left me on my Lonely, ain't shit funny, feeling dull when it's sunny, running around toting the pound to get this money, ain't Clutching my stomach but a nigga feeling hungry, and it's on me, for my mother and for my brothers that I'm Gonna eat, I keep that Danny up in that glover when that chrome speak, more like a whistle I got it covered With a chrome piece, like for real, he said if I was a star I'd be a big dipper, not a for play guy but a big kisser, Might hit the blunt once or twice but I sip liquor

And zone out with my phone out, texting, this bad model bitch that I met out on the west end, saying her life Crazy, and financial problem stressing, damn, I find myself at Western Union sending Wessons, I'ma need you To talk to me, come have a walk with me, come have a walk with me