My Last Call ft. AjShowEm & WhoCallTheShots? Lyrics

Aj Show These Motherfuckers Up

Every time I try expressing no words

Only come stutters

Am I soon going under

Exhaustion kicking in from boxing the walls

My bloody knuckles

Please be patient

My angers a struggle

I spent months on the road

Searching for some I'll never find

Maybe shawty right that I'm the problem I've always denied

Placing blame on everyone to keep the feelings I hide

This Hennessy, the one component stopping me from a cry

You'd hate me now more than before me being sober has died

I'm scared these percocets keep on screaming

They know my mental is tired

A fiend is my exact description

Cigarettes helping the glide

The plug knowing that I'm tired

He keeps up my supply

Since you left me he's the one I've left to confide

It's three am, I'm feeling sick, craving for a restart

I take a xan to cope with memories that haunt in the dark

I ended homeless, I was hungry

Everything fell apart

Writing suicidal letters all my words from my heart

My cousin hugging me and telling me

Don't worry Primo, you good

You fucked up big time, I won't lie

I understand that you hood

But really she didn't

She ain't see that I went crazy

She thought I was just tricking

After shawty called it quits

They took me in, was life giving

I'm missing Prima and her middle son who's my spitting image

I won't speak on any details

Sorry princess, that big bro went missing

I miss you too

I'm doped out of my mind somewhere in Alabama

Driving north off the wocky blacked out I'm in Atlanta

Every time I try expressing no words

Only come stutters

Am I soon going under

Exhaustion kicking in from boxing the walls

My bloody knuckles

Please be patient

My angers a struggle

Every time I try expressing no words

Only come stutters

Am I soon going under

Exhaustion kicking in from boxing the walls

My bloody knuckles

Please be patient

My angers a struggle

I'm missing my old girl and

I can't even mention either your names

I'm missing brodie too the four of us

Family love, I would've taken to the grave

I miss my other brothers, but behind the door

Was envy and hate

Took my shahadas for forgiveness, yet my rage is afraid

I'm so broken deep inside, homie ain't a debate

Everyone folded on me, mistrust is displayed

Nothing holding me back, I see my opps

I take aim

Reopening the trap it's time for my gangsta embrace

I miss these streets pistol packing

Once again I cave

The baby shower brought me back

I pictured you and a son

I'ma crash-out at the thought

I'm alone so I'm pulling the gun

Aj Show These Motherfuckers Up